sugardeath

Ninjas are people too

Along the rooftop he runs, gliding through
the night.  But no one hears him on his way,
and yet as he gets closer, closer to
his goal, he thinks about his kid's ballet.
He silently arrives at your front door
and waits.  Watch out for his great ninja sword,
it will slice you in two.  He hears you snore,
defeat is something he cannot afford.
Your house is quiet as the ninja treads
through it and finds his way to your locale.
Not hesitating, he prepares his edge.
His deed now done, he leaves to see his gal.
As with you and I, ninjas too have kin
that will forgive and bear their father's sin.

('Tis a sonnet, by the way.  A Shakespearian sonnet.  'Twas a bitch to write.)