Often, a ninjakari wonders why he kills, and what repercussions it will bring in
the future, both physical and mental. These are merely the thoughts of one
Shaddus Mes'ard, as he stalks a victim, in order to right a wrong.

Shadows beckon me
Chain bound thoughts driving me on
Soul slowly singing

Perching I sit here
Virtue brought from pain my goal
Stalking prey brings life

Death is life, pain love
Yet I ponder future deed
Is worth found in gold?

Rooftop glances see
Shadow, no form nor substance
Seeking blood, I wait

Merchant, serf and lord
Pass below me, unaware
Death breathes heavy here

Smell, taste, in the air
Prey is close, fear stench grabs me
Nose a-twitch, I stalk

Rope in hand, noose him
Struggling, he cries for life
Weakly whimpering

Why and for what moot
Justice is wrought in steel
Blood buys redemption

Evading persuit
Down I slip, shadows disguse
Revenge gleams crimson