A/N: A poem, inspired by Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. Wrote it for English and aced the project (if you can call it that cx ?). When I wrote this, I had just got Brotherhood and I had barely finished Sequence 1 before I had to save and go to school. The events that I had played, were all I could think about the entire day. So, when my English teacher said we'd be doing a poem Traditional or Free-Verse I thought, "Oh yeah, it's on!" And let my imagination do its job ^-^
What have I become?
-Stormy Torres
I'm shrouded in darkness,
a blanket of black.
My body, possessed with a need for revenge.
My life stalked by a trail of blood.
My family… taken from me.
Everything is cold – no warmth.
Nothing left but my blade and soul.
Humph, I may not have even that.
I watch in the shadows, for that is mu niche.
I did not choose this life,
it was chosen for me.
I leap out of my hiding place to impale
my target in the throat.
He looks at me with astonished expression,
I return with a scowl and gritted teeth.
I take the body and bury it in a haystack.
I turn, stare at the reflection
in the nearby window pane.
The person I see is covered in a
white and red attire mixed with browns,
with a reddened arm, but
it is not injured.
A leather bracer upon her left arm,
a silver object underneath.
Her face is hidden by a hood,
but are very vapidly vivid.
Hatred.
Deep loathing covers her beautiful features.
What is wrong with me?
To have such bad aura surrounding me,
causing such pain?
What have I become?
Death, itself.
