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Calliope
Jan 04, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

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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purplemoondoll

18 years 4 months ago

This works

on so many levels. Calliope this is a brilliant poem. The tension and imagery are clear throughout. The personification of Winter as a silent assassin and the way you describe this work incredibly well. Very well done. I really enjoyed reading this. Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

18 years 4 months ago

Silent Assassin

I enjoyed most all of this Did you mean blustery you used blistery? Also it seems towards the end,you lost to the assassin doesn't seem to flow with the next lines just my thought Nice poem!
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Calliope

18 years 3 months ago

I did..

..lose to the assassin Janice.My father and my grandmother,at different times and My halfsister just lost her mother to the assassin a few days ago.So I guess he did win. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.