Nightlord

Night has fallen,

He rises from his bed,

Tired, Yawning, Wretched

He walks to the door,

Pausing, taking his blade,

And dressing himself in

Black.

He stalks carefully,

Stealthily he walks,

Soundless, A shadow,

On a roof.

He reaches his destination,

He sees the one,

He raises his blade,

A swish, and it is done.

He returns using a different way,

Using the streets,

He reaches the house,

He creeps into bed,

Leaving the night,

Entering

The Dream