Phantom
Those who seek will not find me -None live to recall my face.
I can blend with any crowd
And not seem out of place.
I am a ghost among men,
A shadow in the night -
The right hand of Death,
I remain out of sight.
I am the whisper in the wind,
The chill up your spine;
By the time you notice me
Your life will already be mine.
Unrighteous ones be wary
For thy wrongs of the past
I will rectify with my blade, and
Make your next breath your last!
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