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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