A/N: My first and only Weiss Kruez poem. I hope you enjoy it. Please R&R.
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Poison Thorns

Ordinary florists we are
Come look around our store
From hibiscus to baby's breath,
Roses and so much more

Arrangements are our specialty
We'll do whatever you like
Just don't stop by after sundown
When it's heading into night

For when the sun has set
And the moon starts to rise
When the flower shop has closed
A fire glints in our eyes

Our common dust rags cast aside
Our cheery facade departs
We become the silent assassins
That watch you in the dark

Abyssinian stalks with a fiery fur
Tail pointed and upright
Like a katana blade glowing
Deadly in the pale moonlight

Balinese purrs like a Siamese
Whiskers as thin as a thread
Slices your skin with delight
How deep in your forehead

Siberian roams like a mountain cat
Nails as sharp as knives
Scratches dealt lightning fast
With power over your lives

Bombay lurks in the shadows
Bright eyes darting about
Strikes you with their terrifying gaze
Until your light goes out

Youji the Balinese
Aya the Abyssinian
Omi the Bombay
Ken the Siberian

Code names for these comrades
As they go about their way
Assassins they are by night
Cheery florists by day

These are the men of Weiss Kruez