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It is a poem based off of the game Assassin's Creed 2.


Submitted:Feb 15, 2010    Reads: 144    Comments: 13    Likes: 5   


Eagle
Assassin
That is what they call
Me.
My golden cloak rustling as I
Leap into the Air.
Landing lightly on the ledge,
As I observe the beautiful
City of trees below me.
Target.
A flicker of movement
There.
Jumping up
My friend brushing my feathers and pushing me up.
My wings flare out to my sides.
Balance
Closer and closer
The target turns around and
I see that Fear again.
Coward
I swoop down towards
Him as he
Flees.
My heart pounds.
Adrenaline
Retracting my hidden blades from their
Previous position and
Thrusting it into his flesh.
A cry of Pain
Digging my claws deeper,
Warm Blood seeping out.
I bend my head to look at his
Eyes.
Fear
Of Death.
My beak opens.
Gratias tibi Ago
Requiescat in Pace




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