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