THE EAGLE
Like an eagle he glides through the shadows,
Expecting a fight when he is seen,
Climbing over Venice, Rome, Florence and more,
Fighting is what he was created for,
For he to have such a loving heart of gold,
To be thrown into this world alone,
Such wonders he dared to imagine,
Are place right in front of his worldly gathers,
For his family are all that matters now,
The only thing the Brotherhood allows,
For he is a killer,
No not a killer,
For he is an Assassin,
For he is Ezio Auditore...