Assassin's creed

 An Assassin lost his creed on the way to school

He found it once again in the bar

fifty years later

When the rent was due

And the bills they were surmounting him

He swept upon his steed

Back to the killing field

Mercy or my trust

Necessity is a virtue

Where sobriety's a must

I shall be the cold eyes who watches

Blood turn to rust

And let the dice fall where they will

For I was born to kill

All in all the quarantine of his friend was short

The target liked a game of golf

But he wasn't one for sport

He shot him in his hotel

Room over a bottle of vermouth

Yet of all the gin joints in all the world

She had to be his sleuth

She traced him by his barnacles

That had clung to him

His shells and empty cartridges

That smelt much like his skin

She longed for his touch

She wasn't asking for much

But an assassin's world is very cold

Too cold for her loving

She was out of luck, when the security truck came past her skidding

Suddenly though

He was there and somehow took control

He yanked her out to freedom far from the

Trucks patrol

She smelt his sleeves of stealing

She felt him move her soul

And he was done with thieving

But she was worth the goal

Her heart was gold and heaving

With the love beats that he stole

He left her in the alley

And the rain beat down her neck

She felt his love receding

And the feelings of reject

But far above the city

Where he was running along roof tops

His cape was wet

With some regret

And the sky which marked where his truth stops

Of the one he loved

Yet the garbage trucks

were burning their morning routes

The sun it started climbing as the stop watch

began to chime

What time was left, to him bereft

Another tower to climb

And another marbled court yard

another palm enfringed balcony beneath

Where the object of his death watch

was slowly brushing his teeth

He slipped the knife below his chin

And sprayed the wall in red

And paint that dripped upon the pavement

offered his relief