Hidden behind the blade I conceal,
I’m part of a creed, an order if you will,
We’re not so much “murderers”, more propagators of peace,
But revolution is required if order is what we wish to keep,
Shadows become our cover,
Otherwise bask in the shine of a thousand glinting arrow-heads,
Alas poor (insert name), for whom these words were too late,
Make use of tools long since laughed at and forgotten by today’s “youth”,
Use Latin words etched into side of metal barrel.
We do not kill to spite ourselves, but for the greater good,
The blood we spill, cleaned by allies of a worthy cause,
The day we rule, progress made, change lays waste to underground pits of fury and Chinese Democratic thinking.
Yet, same evil lies within the bowels of our own infrastructure,
Unruly leaders, politically motivated sieges on lands.
But us, we embrace the dark,
The night as our tempest, we lay waste to what is “written” and “right” and not “spoken” and “wrong”.
As the moonlight burns across the sky,
Our blades, barrels, ropes and bombs slay the evil thrust upon us,
And yet we are not terrorists. Nor terrorising,
We are just justice inducing and law abiding.
The “John Smiths” and “Samuel Kanes”,
And we won’t stop till EVERY evil is slain.
a poem inspired by assassins creed XD