Cloak and Dagger

Running through the darkness
listening to the hounds howl
desperation filling the air
turning to see if I am being followed.
Sent into the wilderness
with a directive
to search
to destroy
the evil elements of the world.
Dressed in an evening gown
gun holstered to my thigh
I slip
I slide
through the shadows
watching the world go by.
Dressed as a pauper
watching the cavalcade drive passed
seeking the one
who damages our world
within the crosshairs of my scope.
Spying is a dangerous game
one not lightly taken
it comes with hidden dangers
but the high
it is like none other you will feel.
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