Assassin

‘Forgive me father

for I have sinned.

It has been 

well never

since my last confession.’

I stood within the cavernous opening

rock hewn

trendles of mist reaching out

with flame in hand

knowing I had to enter.

Prone before the crystal altar

his mouth moving

in silent prayer

lay a man dressed in priestly garb

though I knew

a religous man he was not.

Lashed upon the cross on high

a boy

a child

an innocent

being offered up

sacrificed

slaughtered

to appease some broken diety.

My step is light

I silently unsheath my sword

pressing it to my lips

a sign of secrecy

so the boy does not scream.

His last breath hissed free

blood

soaked within the stones beneath him

while I stand over top

a malicious smile on my face.

I am exemplary.

I do my job well.

Assassin down the ages

striking

slaying

the rabid vultures

who prey upon our innocents.

Sept. 19/18

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