The Assassin’s Dance Poem

Would you take this dance?
Would you take the devils dance?
We can link arms and circle together,

The leader wears crimson red,
And the victim follows mindlessly,
Forced to wear bloodstained robes,
How did they get the blood dripping?
We would never know,
Until the victim is death ridden

Do not fear, young one
As you will soon be one with the killer,
Do not fear the night, young one,
For you will soon be accustomed to the dark

Do not fear the assassins cult, young angel
Because soon your skin will grow bruises,
And your halo will burn with one blow of your toxic breath
You were forced into this, young angel?
Do not fear because you’ll get used to it
You’ll get used to the fire rituals,
The red glowing eyes,
And the sharp cracked claws

Your assassin is here with you always,
And if you ever feel lost,
They will guide you back to your thoughts,
And your voices,
Just step into the circle and fear one,
You only dislike the leader of the cult

Do not fear, young one,
As you will get one with the killer,
Do not fear the night, young one,
For you will soon be accustomed to the dark

Now have you understood the story?
The morbid story of the assassins cult?
Well done, well done little angel
You will stay here forever,
Forever in the cult,
The assassins cult