stealthy

Death’s stealthy arrow

"Bullets, blades, disaster and disease become nought beside the great deceiver's subtle weapon"

I cling to speeding, spinning cones of lead That pierce the air and armour, skin and bone; Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly ride, Spread dark destruction, quell life's fragile wick. * I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless...