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Poetry
Tears of an Assassin
Judgment comes too soon
The day was like any other,
It was a day when the job had to be done.
It was in a medieval town in Japan,
The most skilled ninja was the assassin.
He had been trained in the art,
He knew all that you needed to know,
To walk like a shadow in rain or snow.
It was the best place he could only go.
The assassin learned everything in his craft,
From poisons to weapons he knew everything.
The assassin could move and glide like a shadow,
He was the best at the pain he could endure.
The time came for yet another job, someone to kill,
He was not told the identity of his next kill.
It was only after he had done the murder,
That he discovered it was his own father.
The assassin had sent an arrow,
Into the cabin to shoot the shadow.
When he lifted the curtains it was clear,
He was hired to kill his own hero and father.
He took his revenge for his father that day,
He killed the warlord who sent him on this deed.
That fateful day, the ninja assassin shed his tears,
He gave up his deadly profession and his fears.
