Close your eyes and feel the flow.
Angers rising along with your need to go.
Little twitches betray your intentions.
I grin knowing what sits in your hand.
Serrated blade you want to plunge in deep.
Your breathing suggests you are too weak.
Still I prepare for what will follow.
Ready to accept that you can’t compete.
When you strike its perfectly swift.
Target downed as if they were destined to crumple at your command.
Still your thoughts and focus on sound.
Calm mind will give you a steady grip.
Fifteen targets down without a hitch.
You are a weapon to be wielded.
Vicious in how you show no remorse.
Regardless the obstacles you stay the course.
Its as if you were born for this purpose.
Pleased that I brought you into this.
Educated you in the ways of bloodletting.
Gave you a direction in this sea of mortals always forgetting.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 