Of Stalker and Prey.
Zandara didn't care.
Didn't care.
Didn't care.
About who's face she's steal.
Nor of their hue
Nor height
Nor hair.
It didn't matter whose life she'd ruin,
She really couldn't care.
She needn't heed all that she was doing,
She technically wasn't there...
A shape-shifting Assassin,
She came and went with ease.
Never once having blown her cover,
A leaf upon the breeze.
She'd slip in in the dead of night,
Sometimes the light of day.
It really never mattered when
With other's lives, she'd play.
And now after many years
Of searching for the one,
She has laid her eyes on her target
The fun had just begun...
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This is actually a "Super Short Story." from my Ongoing and weekly-dropping series called
"One Last Knight. A series of short stories."
If you like my poetry and would like to read some of my longer works that are based on my very own Fiction Fantasy, magical world of Knights, Mages, Monsters, and more, maybe this is something you would like to read in between my posts here on Shadows Before Dawn.
See you all either at the gates of Enverdolmal or back here for a new poem soon enough!
-Redd.