By Naki
A young man darkened by night
Draws his sword as he flies into a fight.
Shadowed by secrets known only to him
Fighting only to avenge his kin.
His fire red hair mirrors his will,
His February eyes carry a bill
Payable with his enemy's last breath
Even if vengeance causes his death.
His sister's name he took as his
And he left his sister with a last kiss
And with her sixteenth years' gift on his ear.
He draws his blade just when evil comes near.
Assassin, his moonlit occupation,
Hidden by a flower shop vocation.
Emotionless eyes shut all others out
Despite efforts to remove all their doubt.