By himself he stood, amongst the crowd,
The man’s father would have been proud
Submerged in the bodies, to his figure they did bowed,
He waited patiently, to fulfill the duty he had vowed.

He came with six pistols and a blade
Walking under the black flag, waiting,
Until his foe began to move,
To his master, the death he must prove.
Soon, just one less person he needed removed,
His ways of assassination, he didn’t need to improve.

The deed was done, with just one blade,
So now the guards he must evade.
With his escape he had no aid,
And into the shadows he did fade.