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The luminescence of the moon,

Unwillingly guides my silent booted steps,

up the knoll .

The aged, time worn, stones leading to the summit

have many gruesome tales to tell ,

over the past centuries.



The gentle evening breeze Off the coastline,

Swirls my cape to reveal the armor of my station.

The moonlight, sparkles off the silver breastplate

and the broad sword stationed at my hip.



The stars hang in silent witness

to the deed that is about to occur.

Once my cloaked figure reaches the climax of my journey.



I was chosen for this task, because of my cold, icy resolve,

and lack of emotion.

I have long since felt anything remotely human.

It is with great pleasure

that I under take this perilous mission.



As I reach the peak, time seems to stand still.

There is no movement in the trees,

No wisp of wind, no evening whispers anywhere.



I approach the subject of my quest,

It is in clear sight in front of me.

The target seems unaware of my intentions.

Was there no warning or clue?

Its back to me  in ignorance of my wishes.

“Turn around and face me!” I yell.

“I will not silence you without your eyes to mine.”



The subject turns to me in an image of pure beauty,

for a moment I am taken aback.



But I know it’s only an illusion ,

to deceive me once again, hoping

I will not consummate this act.

the real horror is hidden beneath

its pretty laminated surface.



I unsheathe my silver sword.

Hold it up high to the midnight sky,

as if asking final permission to complete the deed.



Light from the constellation Drago,

flashes on the tip of my weapon

as if sanctioning this quest.

I move the blade back and in one sweep,

slice through the core of my victim.



The beautiful façade melts to iridescent vapor.

showing its poisonous true colors,  

then dissipates into the air.



Floating off to another place and time

to torture another.

My bonds are broken,

I am free of Guilt.