Boris

In shadows she waits, still as the night A predator's gaze, a hunter's right Threads of silver span the dark Marking trails where secrets spark Movements subtle, creeping slow Shadows bend where prey won't go Silent strike, a flash unseen Hidden fangs in the evergreen Under moonlight, paths unwind Echoes ripple, blurred in time Eyes of amber, fixed, aligned Patience sharp as shifting time Soft vibrations, rhythm sways A master's dance in tangled maze Lungs hold breath, the air ignites Pulse of danger, threads pulled tight Worlds collapse with one quick move A silken snare, the hunter's groove Beneath the stars, her web is fate A fleeting chance, the end awaits Silent strike, a flash unseen Hidden fangs in the evergreen Under moonlight, paths unwind Echoes ripple, blurred in time In shadows she fades, a phantom's art Threads dissolve, but leave a mark Shadows twist, fate undone Threads converge, prey succumbs ("Twist… strike… undone…")