By Earl Otterby
They come to stab you in the heart
They come for you after dark
Moving silently in the shadows
Silently they move up the stairs
Across the hall
To the room where in
Lies the heir
Unsheaving the cold steel
And moving silently to the bairn
They plunge the cold glistening steel
Into the young heir heart
No noise was made
Or blood spilt
They move silently into the night
Back to where they came
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