An Instrument of Justice

By David Marshall

Death can be a means to peace,

Freedom wrought by a silent beast.

Rather rubies of blood stain a single blade,

Than armies of God from existence fade.

A phantom presence moves with dire intent,

Never disrupts those he can circumvent,

And then like the eagle he strikes from on high,

A lissome mirage whose sword does not lie,

To dispatch a life without pause or remorse,

Carving flesh from bone with impious force.

An ironic fate to sow love through fear,

To provoke our demons then disappear.

So agents of anarchy, know your time draws near,

For you live by the grace of Altaïr.


A/N: This short poem was inspired by the Ubisoft video game "Assassin's Creed". I hope you liked it. All feedback is appreciated. Thanks.