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In her dark cloth, she would walk around Next day a dead person would be found She didn't live in a tower nor did she have a home But, with a silver dagger in her sheath, She would roam The men she murdered were evil and cruel She believed it was her destiny to **** these fools She didn't shout out about her deeds, Nor would she brag about helping those in need The Assassin was little loved among the lords and ladies But the poor and oppressed secretly cheered for her, As she was the cure for their maladies Likeness was anyway not what she looked for, It was the satisfaction of right people sleeping soundly she craved more She was known to wear a mask Rumour was to hide her lies, But her main motive was not to be recognized Known to be as quiet as a shadow, for she was so secretive Nobody could tell if she was ugly or lucrative Some said she was bad, some said she was good But all agreed they didn't want to be where she stood Called a killer and murderer At the mention of her name, they would shudder Even those who praised didn't want to be her They wanted her to do the work, While they slept in their fur The Assassin didn't mind nor did she care, As all she wanted was to see the world in its full flare. -Grisha. S
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
THE ASSASSIN
In her dark cloth, she would walk around Next day a dead person would be found She didn't live in a tower nor did she have a home But, with a silver dagger in her sheath, She would roam The men she murdered were evil and cruel She believed it was her destiny to **** these fools She didn't shout out about her deeds, Nor would she brag about helping those in need The Assassin was little loved among the lords and ladies But the poor and oppressed secretly cheered for her, As she was the cure for their maladies Likeness was anyway not what she looked for, It was the satisfaction of right people sleeping soundly she craved more She was known to wear a mask Rumour was to hide her lies, But her main motive was not to be recognized Known to be as quiet as a shadow, for she was so secretive Nobody could tell if she was ugly or lucrative Some said she was bad, some said she was good But all agreed they didn't want to be where she stood Called a killer and murderer At the mention of her name, they would shudder Even those who praised didn't want to be her They wanted her to do the work, While they slept in their fur The Assassin didn't mind nor did she care, As all she wanted was to see the world in its full flare. -Grisha. S
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
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