Bright Raven never knew he had a twin brother
From birth he was raised by another
He had no choice in his path they chose
He was given over to the order of ‘The Black Rose’
The Black Rose was an elite guild of assassins
Usually assigned to Emperors and Kings
Trained from the moment they walked
To hide in the shadows they stalked
Black Rose slogan ‘ A stranger you never knew’
On their right arm they have a Black Rose tattoo
Bright Raven was exceptionally skilled
By the time he was 12yrs, 15 he had killed
He knew every poison known in the land
He was sharp, quick, and stealthy, with slight of hand
Unlike his brother he wore no armour
His shrewdness and cunning was unlike any other
One day, he left the guild to embrace his destiny
He now he killed for money!
Call him an Assassin but never a mercenary
His family are the shadows and his friend is his knife
For a pouch of gold he’d take anyone’s life
His brother was on a mission of love and chivalry
His heart was protected in cast iron. It didn’t break easily
Love was a weakness, a curse he would never allow
Love would stop him killing somehow
He was wise, clever, intelligent and knowledgeable
He would rather be dead, than be considered a fool
Everyone has a price on their head
Comes with a promise! They’ll be dead
In every village, city or town
Call his name and he’ll come down
But although he may appear clean-shaven
The next knife in your back, could be from Bright Raven
‘There is no honour amongst thieves’ is his belief
Bright Raven, the assassin, rouge and a thiefBright Raven never knew he had a twin brother
From birth he was raised by another
He had no choice in his path they chose
He was given over to the order of ‘The Black Rose’
The Black Rose was an elite guild of assassins
Usually assigned to Emperors and Kings
Trained from the moment they walked
To hide in the shadows they stalked
Black Rose slogan ‘ A stranger you never knew’
On their right arm they have a Black Rose tattoo
Bright Raven was exceptionally skilled
By the time he was 12yrs, 15 he had killed
He knew every poison known in the land
He was sharp, quick, and stealthy, with slight of hand
Unlike his brother he wore no armour
His shrewdness and cunning was unlike any other
One day, he left the guild to embrace his destiny
He now he killed for money!
Call him an Assassin but never a mercenary
His family are the shadows and his friend is his knife
For a pouch of gold he’d take anyone’s life
His brother was on a mission of love and chivalry
His heart was protected in cast iron. It didn’t break easily
Love was a weakness, a curse he would never allow
Love would stop him killing somehow
He was wise, clever, intelligent and knowledgeable
He would rather be dead, than be considered a fool
Everyone has a price on their head
Comes with a promise! They’ll be dead
In every village, city or town
Call his name and he’ll come down
But although he may appear clean-shaven
The next knife in your back, could be from Bright Raven
‘There is no honour amongst thieves’ is his belief
Bright Raven, the assassin, rouge and a thief
2008: Taken from my new collection of poems 'The Brightraven Chronicles'
