The Night of a Beautiful Assassin

The quiet watch of the mildew sunset,
As raindrops fall onto the red corrosive light,
reflecting a beauty within the mountain rocks,
gently and slowly a feminine figure appears,
slowly and swiftly moving quietly,
Showering sakuras with tulip kiss,
while in whisper, the rain drops on her hair,
mirroring the twilight moon,
creating a northern light upon her path,
like flowers blooming in spring,
Cute and debonair in the month of May,
While the wind whispers her name,
that floats throughout the ominous skies,
weaving through the time-slip world,
"Shayra" is the name that echo's through the plight,
a assassin that appears within the earthly sight,
As the wind plays a sweet melody through her hair,
creating the notion of a beautiful night,
embedding with the suns last word,
"This sure a pleasant goodnight...".

by Psyopslayerx( Michael Mercene)

written for fun and just wanted to write something different for a change

Cool poem.
It was... enthralling. ^.^' I think that's the word I was looking for anyway. lol
It's nice to see a poem that describes things, to be different.

lol i like it!! you did an awesome job on the imagry of the poem ^_^

hehe i think i'm speechless