Malice Aforethought

Entered the castle of bloody bliss,Darkness precious for my biz,
A sharpened list from a blacksmith wiz,
Requiem for a lullaby before the death's kiss,
Moon shone on the water drops on the grass,
Ending the black like a goth's last,
Blood clots on my past,the dead of the night past,
Thriving for divnity,not for class,
Golden bolts on teak brown,looked like flowers on a wedding gown,
then had the handle on some extra pounds,
The door didnt make a sound,an owl's hoot began to drown,
high on fine weed and its a long way "down",
Refer my profit as a thing so attach no feeling,
as shadows creeps on the crimson ceiling,
To uproot it lik a bad seedling,closed curtains and a lamp for reading,
It lay on satin sheets,a damp red velvet symbolising its deeds,
With a new meaning to seek,I slowly took out one of my means,
Somewhere the clock struck three,while my thirst overpowered me,
Soemhow it came in vain to me, as I spotted the neck's vein to be,
Sliced! Now my palm reads blood,
And the crave passes out like a dud,
The door groaned this time and the gates creaked,as it lay there limp and weak,
I saw under the brilliant light of a thunder that it was me,I saw a dream speak...

-The Assassin