Ninja

by Steven Beesley   Aug 1, 2005


A secret society.
Assassins by trade.
Cold is the heart.
Swift is his blade.

Lurking in shadows.
Implements of the trade.
Ghostly his movements.
Surrounded by hate.

Stalking his enemy.
Mystery is his game.
Identity so clueless
For fear is is name.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lawrence aka. Low Masters

    One thing i would change is that you use trade twice instead of "Implements of the trade" try unknown is his fate

  • 17 years ago

    by Lawrence aka. Low Masters

    Nicely done :)

  • 18 years ago

    by ღ.:Krissy:.ღ

    That was really good. It was really mysterious, which I thought made it sound really cool. But great job.

    ~Krissy

  • 18 years ago

    by Iyla

    Steven,

    this was another great poem by you. it got me all excited, an dmy blood was rushing. great job, always keep writting!

    Always, -xKitx-

  • 18 years ago

    by Mrs Reynolds- far from fixed

    nice poem, short but effective, and wording is nice.

    well done
    xxxxxxxxx

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