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A Blade in the Night

Deep within the dead of night,

I close in on my prey.

Closing in on the rogue mage,

He'll not see another day.

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The man consorts with demons,

Yet still feels night's cold wind.

Irrelevant, the judgement's cast,

He'll die for his sins.

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He stumbles through Kurast's dark streets,

Demons have slowed his mind.

A price that will cost him dearly,

As he's about to find.

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My will is sharp as is my blade,

Into his spine goes a short knife.

The Vizjerei's will is done,

Ended a traitor's life.

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The knife goes out and I return,

Into the shadows deep.

Leaving behind this wretched corpse,

Within eternal sleep.