As he sifts through the trees
As silent as can be
He takes note of his surroundings
His feet never grounding

He smiles as he kills
To take care of the bills
His enemies never see
The animal that has been set free

As he draws his sword
Or grips tight on the cord
He knows how to fight
But stays out of the light

When he passes by his foe
He kills them on the go
Though he doesn’t make a sound
So he is never found

His blades are wiped clean
And given a sheen
He wears pure black
And carries a pack

He sticks to the dark
And waits for his mark
As he waits in silence
To commence with his violence

He smiles as his swords spill blood
And watch the tears fall in a flood
Of the relatives young and old
Of his mark or so he’s told

He continues through the town
And sees someone with a frown
He can’t help but know
That it was cause of one of his foes

The town knows to fear
Him when he is near
And try to run away
When it isn’t in the day

The ninja smiles and meets his prey
As he finds somewhere to stay
To keep himself out of sight
Until he is ready for his fight

Poem Commission for  lampshadeheadman