Dishonoured

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…

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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