Vengeance pumps through the hand
That grips my blade. Anger powers
The pistol in my other hand.
My face is masked by death and darkness.
I have seen a ruler have her breath stolen from her,
But did not wield the sword that took it.
But still, that sword was thrust into my hand,
And a killer I became.
Time passed, and quickly,
Life in the darkness gave me power.
I am seen, but a click of my fingers,
and I have disappeared to some few metres away.
Time and space is mine to command,
As I become one with the plague-rats,
Silent. Deadly. Unseen.
I am the dishonoured bodyguard,
The supernatural assassin,
The unsung hero of the city of whalers.
My duty is to bring death from the shadows
In the name of justice…