Camouflaged behind the mirror
The enemy lies awake
Never taking a break
Finger on the trigger , eye on the trigger
Roaming the forest
Unaware of what awaits
An eerie silence whispers in the air
The sound of dry leaves makes him the bait
Stepping beyond the enemy lines
Not minding the land mines
An echo is heard
Puff ! Down he goes
The assassins retract
Having completed the contract
A pool of blood forms
Creatures of the night gather around
None making a sound
All is gone
None is known
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