The Death Dealer
W. Steven Pendleton


The Death Dealer lies in wait,
his knife a tool of fate.
Shadows hide his smiling face
as he watches his next case.
Judgement tickles the front of his mind,
sentence is passed, then signed.
The young mark, in a calm air of laziness,
scans the crowd with haughtiness.
Assassin eyes lock, he sets his course,
and he acts quickly without remorse.
Slithering through the crowd, the viper,
strikes without warning, like a sniper.
A splash of gore hits the ground,
the lad's insides lay all around.
His eyes and face register pure amazement
as he scans the crowd in appraisement.
His mouth opens into a silent scream
as "death" disappears, unseen.
Shadowed eyes lie hidden by cowl of cloak,
it always takes only one stroke.
The Death Dealer slowly leaves the scene,
his dagger and smile equally keen.


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Bio: Well, besides his favorite past times Steven enjoys the sunsets he can see from his hillside home in southeastern idaho. His wife, four kids, two dogs, and Peaches and Cream the Cat, share a life of adventure and chaos. He enjoys telling his kids stories about the characters in his world Pendora.