'Creepy'

I wrote this while I was bored- the start just appeared in my mind and i ran with it, not sure where it was going.
This is what happened....and when I showed it to a friend, they said it was 'creepy personified.'

the day she took over was a quiet day
no children in the street, sat inside to play
She tiptoed around, with assassins ease
to get the world at her fingertips, to do as she pleased

 

She crept down the street, one house at a time
Freezing in shadows when the clock started to chime
Midnight was here, time was running short:
Not for her, but for those that planned to thwart


her ideas, her footsteps and attack
she knew they were out there, following her track
So she listened to the silence, for a giveaway sound
to find where they were and drop them to the ground.

 

Unstoppable, she ran down the streets
the pounding of her feet giving steady beats
as she got nearer, on her face grew a smile
it grew wider and wider as she cut through the mile.


and then she was there, at the house of her targe
this security not counting her as a threat
for she had spend days, months, a whole year
getting to know him, becoming 'his dear'.


he thought she was weak, a simple plaything
To use and abuse as he held lives on a string
so she let him believe and bided her time
to get her revenge and make him pay for his crimes.


inside the house, she climbed up the stairs
scowling, she stared at his perfect affairs
While others lived in hunger and pain
he lived only for his own gain.


He slept soundly as she stood above his bed
swords held steady above his head.
swiftly, it came slamming down,
landing in the mattress...blood all around.


the day she took over was a quiet day
no children in the street, sat inside to play
She tiptoed around, with assassins ease
to get the world at her fingertips, to do as she pleased...

The End

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