Blackened eyes that bare the night
She hides, in the alley way
A mission, she must carry out
One they talked about today

Dressed for shadows, against the light
She could stay, without being seen
Many were gathering, in the square
She would wait, for them, to convene

Quietly, on the rain soaked street
She could hear them, so many voices
The demon within her, now unleashed
And her darkened soul, easily rejoices

One by one, she silenced them
Until the blood ran from her lips
Her deed was carried out, quite well
All before the moon’s final eclipse

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