The Assassin

A short poem to test my skills (or lack therof).

Dark and stormy nights are best

I slink among the shadows

I'm in his keep, but not a guest

If I'm caught, it'll be the gallows

 

Asleep upon a feather bed

The King in all his might

In the morn' they'll find him dead

He won't survive this night

 

Creeping closer all the while

I dip the little stick

Into the crystal poison vial

I give him just one prick

 

Later on that very night

While sitting at my table

My client sits, I sense his fright

He'd run if he were able

 

A velvet pouch he slides my way

My hand darts out, a lil' flick

Almost done, I have my pay

In his glass, that little stick

 

I watch him fall in a forest glade

No witness can I abide

His velvet pouch, two deaths made

The Prince has just now died

 

 

Author's Note

Experimenting with poetry. Please feel free to review, rate, and comment. Thnx

Reviews

[deeps]

This is amazing, I like this, such wonderful rhyme acheme and flow as well.

[paul]

stunning. i usually don t like ryhming poetry. but this one is a rare gem. made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.