The Masked Man

Razor sharp daggers glimmer through the night
sheathed in black leather
hidden from sight
black boots gracefully
run upon the roofs
of small stone houses which reek of rotten foods
the black boots match the masked man's appearance
hes head to toe in black metal and leather
yet somehow he runs as if he's light as a feather
which only proves his stellar athletics
and scattered across his deathly cosmetics
are blades and knives tactically positioned
oily leather straps are woven and wound
across his body tightly making them bound
the work is past perfect it would make a tailor astound
wooden gates loom over the quiet crooked town
stone walls reach farther than an old mans frown
and up upon a balcony in a tower in the castle
stands an elderly man wearing a golden crown
overlooking a chapel
the masked man watches
at the incredible hassle
of killing his target at the top of the castle
he wastes not a moment more
sprinting quietly
to cause blood and gore
in scores for sure
he leaps across a rooftop
over a street filled with the sick and poor
lands atop another
all to do it again with a shake and a shutter
the massive castle grows as the muffled footsteps draw near
not slowing down
for he has nothing to fear
without hesitation
he springs with great power
to stab large spikes
at the base of the tower
as the masked man climbs
rocks and dust tumble down
just like the king's wife
when she finds her mans life
no where close to be found
the masked man reaches the balcony at the top of the tower
you could say he hauled ass
he was there in an hour
he climbs the stone rail
opens the door to the balcony
all just to see
an elegant room packed with paintings and jewels
yet somehow the room feels dark and grim
that's when he sees the king, blood gushing from his limb
his fading eyes rest upon the masked man's knives
two slits on each wrist
"im sorry but the king won't be missed" the king insists
a single shed of tear falls upon his soft robe
the masked man's eyes narrowed with anger and confusion
"this must be an illusion
i've trained for years
battled my fears
i owned your life
it was mine to take
you can't cheat me out of this
this has to be fake for goodness sake"
says the masked man

The king creates another tear
" there's nothing left but dark despair
your sick if you think my life was to share
i wish i could go out with a prayer
but this is my final resting chair
and i know that you were unaware
but all i've been is full of scare
i couldn't even go anywhere
and believe me you cannot compare"
and then drops his final
tear

The masked man just stands there
unable to move
he seems to be broken
lost and confused
he slowly turns around
walks back over to the balcony
his thoughts hail with fail
takes out a long rope
ties it onto the stone rail
hops over and goes to bail
slides down the tall wall
lands with a perfect fall
looks toward an eerie moon
then thinks to himself
how can things turn out so cruel...