I was a powerful god
Sleek and strong
I may now be gone
But not for long
For I was a Spirit
The mind of all storms
I’m always around
As long as clouds form
What’s that you ask?
How did I go?
I was murdered
If you have to know
Let me tell you
The depressing tale
Of my only assassin
Who didn’t fail
I was alone
Or so I thought
Clueless that
My soul was sought
I was once good
I followed the wind
Only rarely
Would I have sinned
This man is bad
I don’t understand
He wants my life
To end at his hand
I was sitting
All by my self
I didn’t hear him
He moves with stealth
I thought I was untouchable
My senses heightened
around my throat
A rope was tightened
I didn’t see him
He was like a shadow
Whom my senses
Couldn’t follow
He grabbed my hair
I was at his mercy
This is unusual
Can’t you see
He yelled at me
‘Do you want to die?’
Confused and bemused
I whispered ‘Why?’
That was it,
He had enough
He through me down
Really quite rough
I didn’t fight him
I knew my fate
I’ll soon be standing
At hells gate
Staring broadly
Into the Cerberus’ eyes
Is where my fate
Really lies
He asks again
‘Are you ready to go?’
I didn’t flinch
I just wait for the blow
There! It happened!
The blade’s in my side
Though it hurt bad
I never cried
I look down
At the spilt dark blood
I look back at him
My breath now held
He took the stained blade
Out of my side
Put it to my neck
And let out a sigh
I’m now dead
But I do not care
I’ll be back
Once I find a lair