Warriors of the Night

The ninja

Cunning, courageous, and cutthroat

Lessons are grueling

Every move is rehearsed precisely and endlessly

No one speaks, in stark contrast to the samurai

Who proudly shouts his name when he wades into battle

The ninja works in silence

Warriors of the night

Where the ninja had been, there is darkness

Daggers, knives, throwing stars

In the hands of a master

It can kill with one blow

One, two, three, four

I'm not finished

The masters of invisible warfare dissapear

Slowly absorbed into time and legend

And the night