Moonlight Escapade
Melt into the shadows,
Fear to numb the pain.
A heart wrung out in the gallows,
An assassin's endless game.
Eyes so filled with sorrow,
Heart sculpted from ice.
No weapons required for murder;
His bare hands will suffice.
His victims think him innocent;
His face so young and pure.
But when rosy red pools across stark white,
They'll find him far from demure.
When amber eyes trap his and laugh,
He knows his friends are true.
But looking down at his bloodied hands,
He wonders if they knew?