The Rogue

Arrow notched up on a few guys
Let one fly
Hit him right between his eyes
The other two come for the attack
Sword and shield up front, archer in the back
Put down my bow, pull out the blades
He swings the sword, but I evade
And put my dagger to the hilt inside his brain
At that moment I take an arrow to the knee
But it's not stopping me
I drop to my back and hold my breath
He has no idea that my soul never left
He walks up, he kicks my side
All the while I act like I died
He turns and goes to put his bow over his shoulder with a sling 
I hop up, grab his bow and choke him with the string
I pull an arrow off his quiver
And as he struggles and shivers 
Stabs to the stomach I deliver
No time to revel in victory 
I gather my gear to take with me 
I'm on a mission and will not be stopped
Nothing will stand between me and the tower, and the treasure on top

By LukeCoomer (c)