Amongst the weak.
The strong will rise.
Bringing our blades of justice.

Assassins,
All in disguise.
We rise together.
Along the line of the crowd.

Were at the corner of our fate.
Destiny will take us all.

Blades thrusted forward,
Arrows blacken the skies.
We charge into battle.
We fight for our lives.

For Freedom,
For honor.
JUSTICE.

But for whom?

I fear not what we face.
We will rise together.
Assassins for one.
AND all.

Together we fight,
Against the Templars.
We may be an Animus,
But our hearts are true.

Abstergo Destroyed a brother.
Or maybe hundreds.

Tonight,
They die by our swords.
Our blades of honor.
Will create a world of War.

Beware the Assassins,
We've Come to ****.

You will die,
Drowning in the seven seas.

Street lamps play
As they have before
Dim walkway
Leading to a door

Careful steps
Strewn leaves
Breathe between gaps
Skulking like thieves

Rustling trees
Otherwise nothing
Mind at ease
Heart rapidly beating

Usually stops here
Usually I'd stir
But still in slumber
I drew closer

Eyes on door
Familiar scene
Stood here before
This dream I've been

Up the patio
Door was ajar
Accompanied by my shadow
Stretched far

Tunnel vision
Dripping eave
Door handle beckons
Hand raised to receive

Usually stops here
Usually I'd rouse
Allowed to enter
This time... This house

Handle I seize
Door seemed light
It did not freeze
Hinges did not fight

Revealed the insides
Scanned surroundings
Unlit lights
Stairs climbing

Footsteps I heard
Coming my way
Sounds absurd
But yet I stay

Usually stops here
Usually dream is done
But still was clear
It only had begun

Darkened figure
Descending on bare feet
Beauty light as feather
Ever did I meet

She did not see me
Planted at the doorway
Impossible it may be
Nothing did she say

Walked right by
My eyes followed
Seconds fly
In eternity they burrowed

Usually stops here
Usually I'd wake
Yet still I'm here
Chance I'd take

Stood at the fridge
Back towards me
Under siege
My mind set a flurry

Fridge was opened
Light casted her silhouette
Her back darkened
Curiosity grew fat

Illuminating beams
Accentuated her hair
Like golden streams
Flowing with flair

Usually stops here
Usually I'd startle
Connection did not sever
Continue I was able

Spellbound I gawked
Rooted like a tree
Wide-eyed I stalked
This siren before me

She drank
Not knowing I was there
Stiff as a plank
I was locked in a stare

Finally broke free
Shifted my weight
She turned to me
And then said...

Then it ceased
Then I awaken
Surprisingly pleased
Slice of heaven

Who was she?
Silhouetted face
Perpetually...
Mysterious grace

Foreign albeit familiar
Strange but true
Now rings clear...


It is you...

...We knew only the dark, dying, thirsting for a glimmer of the light

We are those who have no reason, except to seek a sliver of soulful life

We gave up our hearts, we sold our ego, white eyes still see, we feel no more

Sound ears still hear, sore tongues still wag, proud fingers still hold on
But the inside is dead

Afeared of loving, of a pain too strong, afraid of living, in case we did it wrong
 
Plastic bubbles were made, cosmetic shells, metal gears to hold on to our shattered selves

Scriptures written, unspoken words that have no sound
Marking our arrival into light, as we create a foe over-strong 

But the day is bright! The day is long, 
And in the 'Light' we saw that our visions were gone
In the light we saw that their vision was wrong

A people spent, lives passed by in existence, wasted away, as the Word had said
Words written, and left unread, as His Word forced wisdom into oblivion; as, oblivious, lives were spent

Stone churches rise, tall steeples proud, grey towers piercing our white-grey clouds
Preaching answers to our souls, tolling bells that splinter hearts, spinning webs that blind the perceptive arts

Enter, man, and mindless, heartless, unmade, depart
Enter, man, destroyed, debased, unnatural, depart
Enter, man, let the Word tear lives apart

Witness the rising of mausoleums for free thought, 
Bleak cemeteries ensnaring once natural souls

Entranced, entrenched, bewitched, under spell
In the 'light' where dying hearts lay in eternal rest
In the light, unthought dreams, at once, suppressed






From the sounds of the trees, and the whispers in the leaves,
Till the breath of stars, where we find who we are

Fear the shadow of the light, over names, bicker, fight
Till the sky turns away, and Destiny weeps at folly's height

Seek then, again, and in seeking look to find
The stars in your heart, and the forests of your mind
Seek then, again, and in seeking look to find,
Words and tongues and dreams and thoughts, dancing shadows; unseen sights

Words that tear through what we know to be true
Thoughts to define the visions of our minds
Dreams that let you see the path to set you free
As free men constellate, sharing visions with the blind

Until at once the dream is done, the night has passed, the Light has come
Men abound, their hope undone.
Set aside, and cast away, until the Meraklis entered the fray
"Be calm, be free, shed your shackles! Be brave
Unbowed, unbroken, against the morality of their lies 
From unseeing currents that tie stone to sound
Seek your truth as she walks upright and unbound"

Sleeping beauty hurt her thumb,
She started feeling overcome.
Probably she would have died,
As the witch provesized.
for 150 years,
she missed ***** and film premieres.
till' prince charming came along,
singing out a cheerful song.
kneeling down he kissed her cheek,
hoping she would wake and speak.
but her waking words were these:
"just need five more minutes, please?"

This is when she can become herself.
Not anyone special.
No one famous.
She is not anyone at times like this.
Just her.
Moving in ways never to be understood.
Defying gravity with her shoes.
The children call them Magic Shoes.
The world moves because she tells it to.
She needs no one.
Her only companion is the music.
She likes it this way.
They become one.
She is music, the music is her.
They are a blur of color and sound.
The music is the most beautiful rainbow.
It dances across the space.
It is the spot light.
Enhancing her.

Her problems fade.
There is no war, no disease, no hate, her mother is not dying.
The floor is far beneath her, the people are far below, too far to touch.

Comparisons are not able to be made here.
She is fierce with power and passion.
The one place she is strong.
Most would crave praise in such a place.
But no applause is necessary.
Her Magic Shoes send all the feedback she needs in their echoes.
Energy races though her body.
But by watching you can not taste it the way she tastes it.
She can not help but grin.
She feels unstoppable.
She is captive to the music.

Her feet have grown to the Magic Shoes.
They are intertwined.
There are blisters and cuts.
Sweat, and blood.
It is all part of the game.
They are a small price to pay.
They fade away as she continues.
She flows effortlessly.
She is nothing.
No one.

Elegantly she can float.
She floats like the feathers the ducks leave behind in the river.
Like the toy rafts they used to make.
She is reborn here.
The mock titles given to her fall away.
No longer is she plain, boring.
No judgement can linger.
Harsh words are gone.
Time does not exist.
No one can torment her here.
She can not bully herself.

Being in the Magic Shoes she is calm.
When she puts on the Magic Shoes the world changes from a dull grey place of monotone sounds.
What is felt are the colors here.
The sounds.
She feels joy.
Purple.
Birds chirping.
Strength.
Green.
A downpour.
Weightlessness.
Yellow.
An opera.
Excitement.
Red.
The hushed hum of a distant helicopter.
The music is so loud it is not heard.
Only felt.
Music is her favorite emotion.

The floor hurts.
This is the only moment her trance ends.
Falling.
She is broken.
Bent out of shape.
It is the source of her imperfections.
She can not be a professional.
Her bones are wrong.

I will never be a ballet dancer.