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In the still of night, I move with grace,

Silent as the whispers in a darkened place.

A shadow casts, I blend in the mist,

With steel in hand, the prey won't be missed.

Cloaked in shadows, I’ll take my stand,

I am the night, a phantom unseen,

With razor sharp edge, I weave through the keen.

In shadows I hunt, in sorrow I dwell,

An assassin’s embrace—wish you luck in hell.

Footsteps echo, but too faint to hear,

A skillful dance, fueled by primal fear.

Masked in deception, I watch their breath,

With every heartbeat, a step closer to death.

A blink, a strike, then all is still,

I am the night, a phantom unseen,

With razor sharp edge, I weave through the keen.

In shadows I hunt, in sorrow I dwell,

An assassin’s embrace—wish you luck in hell.

With the dawn I retreat, my secrets remain,

In the silence of shadows, I’ll rise once again.