Assassins Of Dark

Assassins Of The Dark

They hunt at dark,
When all is asleep.
Their master they obey,
Is the lord of darkness.
They do it for honor,
They do it for life.
Their assassins of the dark,
They show no mercy to anyone.
Their blades are full of souls,
From the victims they slay.
They cannot be killed,
For they are neither dead nor alive.
They have no mind or soul,
Because he controls them.
Their puppets of evil,
Chosen to hunt his enemy’s.
Their torment and pain,
They suffer in vain.
They burn internally,
For selling their bodies.
They thought they would be gods,
And rule others forever.
The world is losing power,
As their lord grows in power.

By Fred Smith