Assassin's Dust

borders patrolled by the guards passing by,
they look down but not to the sky,
as the assassin sneaks in gliding with wing,
flipping down and cutting with strong string,
then another with quick reflexes in tune,
down into the middle picking up the rune,
holding it in his hands as an arrow hits hard,
causing him to fall while looking back at a guard,
the leader walks from the shadows clapping loud,
as the assassin can't move surrounded by a crowd,
they all look down on him with an arrow in his back,
holding long spears waiting for a command to attack,
moving closer the leader giggles to whisper last,
as the assassin reaches around to pull the arrow out fast,
whispering in the leader speaks sorrow for how he feels,
as the assassin looks up jumping from where he kneels,
stabbing the leader with the arrow straight in the head,
the guards all stand back as now their leader is dead,
pretending to have a severed cord in his back to gain trust,
the assassin watches as all the guards turn into a fine dust.