• He began along the castle gates at midnight,
    Stretching across the old door, standing tall.
    The front guards could not seek him out,
    For he was naught but a Shadow on the wall.

    The Shadow drew his blade and struck,
    There was no disruption, no screaming, no sound.
    No guards had seen what the Shadow had done,
    As two silenced soldiers collapsed to the ground.

    Three other guards then fell in an instant,
    Blood splattered as a nearby guard watched them fall.
    He looked around frantically, but saw no killer,
    For how could you see a Shadow on the wall?

    The Shadow struck the frightened guard next,
    But caught the attention of the guards near the tower.
    They rushed toward him, but he was too quick,
    As he jumped to the roof with unnatural power.

    The Shadow sprinted about, searching for his target,
    Hoping to slay him once and for all.
    A soldier looked up and screamed to his allies,
    “There he is! The Shadow on the wall!”

    Arrows flew as the Shadow lept off the roof,
    His blade in hand, twinkling in the moonlight.
    As soon as he landed, countless soldiers crashed upon him,
    And he could not stand up against their combined might.

    At the crack of dawn, no sooner, no later,
    The Shadow was brutally slain in the brawl.
    Thus came the end of the once-great assassin,
    The infamous Shadow on the wall.