Silent Assassin
The cold seeps in.
The silent asssassin.
He’s the chill that goes straight to the bone.
Winter.
That’s when the assassin strikes.
Boaring down a path.
Animals hide.Plants die.
And the rest of us flee inside.
Escaping that wintery assassin,
Who was sent to collect his bounty.
He found his loot ,
On a blistery day,
And took from me my heart.
Then he returned on his endless flight,
And took his fill again.
I have lost to this silent asssassin,
Who comes with winter’s light.
I wonder when he comes again,
If I’ll be in his sights.
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