by Modar Neznanich
The bell sounds marking
The Lesser Hour of the Dragon.
Silent as the night and elegantly
As the stalking feline she moves.
Across the wooden floor her form glides,
Toward the still figure in sleeping form.
This one has been chosen for the honor
Of not waking to see the next day's dawn.
She has never failed to complete her task;
Honor will not allow her less than perfection.
With an ease of experience and practice,
The knife is removed from it's silken confines
And delicately slices away the life it finds.
Then gently she lowers her lips and bids
Fond farewell to her one and only love.
Chosen by her Master, marked for death;
He no longer exists, but in her heart.
Her task completed; perfectly as always.
Her future rendered forever safe and secure.
Tonight, one action brings forth two victims;
One of the young helpless man, and the other
The end of life left behind for her.
Overhead, Lady Silver shines from behind
Her heavenly curtains, the only witness
To the birth of a new shadow warrior.
©1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
©2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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