Hawk-like eyes behind his raven black hair
In the distance, a moving shadow is in his stare.
Heavily cloaked, with hood darkened face
His boots fall faster, as he moves with haste;
Leaving tracks in the foliage, the snow fall slows
Moving eastward with the breeze, as the winter wind blows.
The dagger at his chest flashes in the light
The man in the distance moves forward, not knowing he’s in sight.
Holding down his hood, he’s drawing near
Money on this job, there’s nothing to fear.
And walking away, he cleans his sword
The red-stained snow frozen on the fjord.
This poem was written with no u’s or p’s, as were the instructions.
If you find any, screw you :3
Other than that, thanks for reading.