DARK FANTASY
Dark Fantasy
The forest is of ebony
Night is moonless and starless,
sable and silent.
Air as sticky as tar
Sloughs on the road as dark as pitch .
On the horse, Nyx
With Raven , his dear katana, at his side,
the most ruthless servant of The Hand
rides quick and silent.
The mission is almost over.
The climax of the end is near.
The blood stains on him make him smell metallic.
The last kill awaits, sleeping,
oblivious to sounding of the death knell
© The Eagle
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