The Cerebral Assassin

It's time to play the game

Are you ready, are you willing?

You try to act undaunted

But you feel your insides chilling

The Assassin knows your weakness

The Assassin knows your name

Step up and stop complaining

It's time to play the game…

He's sharp of whit and harsh of fist

A secret's not kept long

Quick to offend and quick to fight

He's righting all the wrong…

An obtuse little bigot

Has come to claim the throne

He wishes to enhance himself

From title of 'Unknown'

And all have naught to say of this

And the 'Unknown' is 'in'

But not for long, our savior's here:

The Cerebral Assassin

Oblivious to his peril

The little brat stands firm

The Assassin then comes at him

And crushes him like a worm…

I would say the assault was through

But that would be a lie

Cause very like the worm he is

He just refuses to die

The game is still in play, though

But it isn't calming down

Nay, it's getting daunting

The Assassin starts to drown

He's called away to battle

Soon on the same day

He wins, he overcomes them

But now he starts to pray

He's left a foe unvanquished

And, yes, he always wins

But how is he to triumph

When he's so tired within?

Exhausted and tormented

He goes to face the pup

He's down so long we worry

But he's not giving up

His noble brow is bleeding

His limbs won't seem to budge

He stands up, listing badly

As if caught in thickest sludge

He gestures rudely to the ass

That he will not give up

He cannot stand up on his own

It seems he's had enough

But fight he said and fight he does

He very nearly wins

But the other is not failing

And the game goes into spins

Before he knows what's happened

His foe has strength anew

He's no reserves left for this war

He's clueless what to do

His weariness o'ercomes him

His attempts have been derailed

A cry sounds in the darkness

The King of Kings has failed.