Moonlight spills across the ground
As the deadly flower slips through the shadows without a sound
Silence is her ally, stealth her greatest protection
Least an alarm is raised and spreads like an infection

Years of training she puts into action
Often playing the part of the disguise she has on
Then dropping the facade when the moment is right
Later to vanish before her deeds are brought to light

Slow-witted servant to a fighter clad in black
Meek manors and shy eyes set aside so she can attack
Graceful as a swan, agile as a hawk, she moves towards her goal
Whilst staying in the shadows, blacker than coal

Her mission she carries out with the stealth of a ghost
Often slipping past the sentry at his post
Accomplish her mission she undoubtedly will
Whether it is a gem to be stolen or blood to spill

Her work done, she quietly goes along her way
Careful that dawn finds her far, far away
Come daylight one thing will become abundantly clear
Last night there was a deadly flower here