Part 1

Blades gleaming in the pale moonlight.

Sounds muffled by the breeze of the night.

Tree top to tree top I run along.

Playing in my head is death’s sweet song.

A picture of my target is in my mind.

A path for my blade I’m trying to find.

Time after time I draw a blank.

A star comes away with a gentle yank

It tears one guard’s throat apart

While the other one is laid low with a dart

I slip in the Lord’s room.

A kunai an instrument of his doom

I slip out in the black of night

Staying out of the guard’s weary sight

Reviews

[Flow]

Excellent poetic action I love this. it is reading very well at a quick pace like I am with him running among the trees slaying guards just fo rfun.. well fun for me anyway. why is he doing this?

[No One Important]

Death's tool with a quota to fill...lol...I told you the poem was good before but I will say it again...it is visceral and sometimes graphic but very good...keep it up!!!

[Erotic Goddess]

Time after time I draw a blank.
A star comes away with a gentle yank
It tares tears one guard's throat apart
While the other one is laid low with a dart
I slip in the Lord's room.
A kunai an instrument of his doom

This was good, one tiny change to be made, but all in all, it's a great piece that is well written. I love the rhyme structure and the topic of discussion within it is great too, an assassin with a job to do...

Love,
Stephanie