Crawling, creeping, through the dark,
keeping an eye upon your mark

Throwing knives rest on your hips
blackened cloth against your lips.

Against rooftops, your feet are silent
your movements so graceful so poised, so violent.

You stalk your prey from far above
a sick and twisted sort of love.

They turn their head and then they die
and away you seem to fly.

A smoke bomb thrown, a muffled boom.
In the shadows, you'll always loom.

Twist and turn against the air,
walk on water without a care.

A sense of honor, strong and deep,
keeps you company you as you creep.

And you move on to another,
followed by shadows that you call brother.

Morning comes and you go to school,
and no one can deny that you're ******* cool.

A pirate greets you, bright and gay,
and so begins another day.