The Sol Assassin (VIII)

[Heth "Ink" Lee]

The heart that fuels the soul, and enrich my mind.

Reminding myself that it's ok to take my time.

Stalking like prey, I come as a Hawk.

An assassin with a key that opens the lock.

Talk big talk, I welcome all that seek.

My precious apprentice rises to her feet.

Invoking Duke Bathin and President Buer.

Wishing that adderall was my one and only cure.

Bipolar like symptoms, my brain on blast.

God reminding me, that it's time to fast.

Given a task, then time to flame on.

From Draco all along, I sing the theme song.

Righting all wrongs, this is my prayer.

A crown on my head, with horns, it's much to bear.

Meditating back home, thank God for my lair.

A Seraph that's hot, I then burn with love.

Working from the bottom, with whatever up above.

Finally, then found, my enemy is shown through the 3rd.

Funny, he use to be the Boss, but now is kicked to the curb.

After it was taken care of, my reward are the herbs.

Focused with intensity, like the eyes of a bird.

Reading the Word, Allah then proud.

The twelve tribes of Israel, were lost, but now found.

My apprentice, with love, she then comes back to town.

Swinging the double-bladed saber, up, and then eventually down.

I am proud as a Master, Darth is what she seeks.

Knighting her, with pleasure, her style, a great feat.

Fit for the throne, I then, take my seat.