As Darkness Falls

"Death is like a beating drum who's beating loudly still
Death is like a beating drum, cadence true and thick.
As darkness swallows beast and burden, turn your eyes free."

She moved with a rhythm that echoed elegance, like a ballet dancer gracefully performing a well-practiced routine. In one alley, out the next. Check for onlookers. Clear the area. Rinse and repeat. She gave off an aura of confidence, never carelessness.

Robin Esme was a person of routine, of discipline, of practice and procedure. She wouldn't let anything come between her and her job. Her nightly job, that is. A vigilante, an assassin, a killer. Whatever they called her, she didn't care. She made her livelihood more honestly than most men in this town anyway. At least that's what she told herself.