I) The blazing sun has fallen
  The queens of the night, the stars and the moon, have risen
  All whispers, sighs and thoughts run dry
  Shadows are born upon the silent sky
  Hell cares not for human fears
  From the darkness she appears.
  Her slender body, the sum of desire
  Hides a heart of raging fire
  And a mind, sharp as a spire.
  Cross her path, feel her wrath
  And the consequences, so dire.

II)  As the wind flows through the leaves
    She jumps, she runs in the dark
    The reason for being here
    Awaits on the other side of the park.
    Her missions help her survive her curse
    Her blazing, silver sword, her companion in bad and worse
    Throughout her life she has known nothing more
    Than violence, sadness, pain and gore.
    The memories follow her every time
    But her training closes her soul and mind
    She grows rigid and cold, ready for her crime
    No whimpers, no whines,
    Only cold, hard steel in a sea of grime.

III)  She reaches the staircase leading to her target
     She climbs with unequalled ease,
     The katana leaves its place of peace,
     She silently opens the window and inside she sneaks.
     Her slender shadow follows her around
     She walks through the house without making a sound
     The man who she seeks is beyond a closed door,
     Sleeping at ease, floating in dreams
     Something she cannot do anymore.
     Upon entering, she sees her prey
     Indeed he’s resting after a long day.  

IV)  Stepping to his bed, as silent as can be
    She feels his breath, it’s warm
    He sleeps so peacefully
    She knows she has to do it, she holds the deadly sword
    The blade goes to his neck, he flinches, but sleeps on
    A small effort is to be made
    And her mission is over, she can go away.
    But suddenly, she notices, oh, why does she have eyes?
    To see these cursed details, the fullness of their lives!
    She sees the little girl, she gazes from the frame
    Of the photo on the table, she smiles and plays a game.

V)  This man, who awaits his slaughter
   Is the life of a helpless daughter.
   And as she drops her sword, without a word
   She drops a tear, quiet and cold
   And she recalls her own childhood
   How sad this story untold.
   Daddy’s little girl, so loved, so cared for
   Turned to hell for support, her life was no more.
   How could she, why would she?
   Repaint the darkness within her soul
   The emptiness, the deepest hole
   She now detests the demon she longed to be.

VI)  Her katana rests, it rests in peace
    The broken girl, she grits her teeth
    And bends over the bed
    A warm tear falling on the head
    Of the ever-sleeping man.
    He wakes, he jumps up, he stares
    What was that shadow from his nightmares?
    The creeping beast from underworld lairs
    The silent killer who cries, he swears.
    Or was it the fallen angel, the silent ghost
    Who comes to find destiny lost
    And leaves so softly, so fast
    Into the night, forever more
    She leaves only shadows and dust.

Epilogue

    The brown maned girl
    She stops, she turns
    She stares at the house, her stomach churns
    As she raises her blade and cuts her face
    The cold blade leaves a bloody trace
    This is her assassin mark
    She’s left the life of killing in the dark.