A silent assassin,

Savagely slinking,

Cloaked in darkness,

Invisible to the eye,

Eyes on the prize,

An angel of death, watching from the heavens,

Born to rule, with centuries of training,

Wise beyond years,

The sultan of the skies,

A domain of lawlessness, but a fair ruler,

Quick like lightning, moving majestically,

Eyes like embers, burning through the cold night.

It returns to its castle, for it has caught its prize

A castle high on a hill,

Where earth scrapes the sky,

An unreachable fortress, an impenetrable keep,

Where its hiers silently sleep,

Patiently waiting for their guardians return,

The sun begins to rise, as the owl settles down in its throne.