Ill Omen

• Posted by J.D. Primrose April 5, 2018 - Filed in TSC: Poems - #  #TSC:Poem  #Assassin  #Dark Brotherhood  - 1,439 views

  Drink your fill, my friend

  Proceed down to test

  Your right to join the darkest crew

  And lay sad souls to rest.

  This place was once a meeting hall

  For assassins ‘twere the best

  But now’s become a playing ground

  Where dagger meets a breast.

   

  So have a drink, we mean no harm,

  But do not take a bed.

  Ill Omen befalls any,

  Who would dare to rest their head.