Assassins creed

Silence, with shallow steps

with each movement his shadow adepts

upon his sight he sees a foe

slowly lurking closer by inch and toe

unsuspecting the victims heart

paranoia begins to start

and he may think he sees the same face

during the time of the assassins race

the bald eagle over head

has already foreseen the  future red

and the sky bright gives him a path

a clear straight walk to a gory aftermath

the sand crumbles under his feet

followed by the killer discreet

and then he turns to realize

when him and his death finally meet eyes

a chase and a gasping sound

they run fast on the beaten ground

pushing crowds body in motion

the chaser becomes a grim reaper notion

fast, sweat in air

the hearts collide in swift move pair

they've become a one part soul

one to take the body and send the head to roll

only feet separate them soon

the runner gets weary but his fear prolongs his doom

his body now moves only on whim

before his soul is taken away from the limp late limb

finally the runner lets open his rage

past vendetta rips open the cage

and as he shifts up a speed

then sprints to allow his knife to impede

the arm shoots the metal steel

blind motions slice through the wind and peel

and the runner finally feels the sharp pain

piercing through his skull and seeping out his brain

the assassin applies the pressure

pouring out the old blood and bringing upon the fresher

and then the runner drops to his knees

the tingle is felt along with his pleas

he knows he has ended with the knife

and his last few blinks flash him his life

twitches along his skin

then the force brings down the pin

his head stapled to the ground

and finally his breathe ends the sound

and the triumphant man on top

gets off the dead prop

and silently walks away

repeat the deed without a witness to say

and with a flash he disappears

he will not be among the surrounding peers

allegiance sworn from oath to seed

and thus long live the creed