I welcome the silence from the middle of the night; I was counting on the cover of darkness, but look up to see a full moon, giving me a watchful eye. I unsheath my pistol, but decide it will be too loud, I don’t want to leave any witnesses behind; so I slip into your tent, without making a sound. Smile as I see you lying helpless in a dream, walking closer to your bed; I start crawling on the ground. Slowly slide my blade out, stealth like a cat; It's quiet as a tomb. I’m inches from your face, close enough to smell your breath. I place the cold metal to your neck, swing my arm once to the side; your blood is black in the moonlight, gushing all over my hands. You wake and grab your throat, start swallowing blood, and choke. I watch you try and put up a fight, you squirm, and stare, with dying eyes. So I stick you another time, in the side right through your heart. Warm blood licks my face, too bad it took more than one slice; for your body to go limp. Finally your death has come, I’m free from the burden of your grip.