I’m sneaking in
through the smoke,
I’m racing ahead
in the light,
Prancing past as
you look down upon me,
Ballet dancer
they call me so graceful,
Moving with the
wind,
As silent as a
cold wintry night,
Wound-up viper
would be an understatement,
Just a cobra
ready to strike,
Not the hunted
but the hunter I am,
You can’t hold
me, you can’t control me,
There is no
fear, no pain, no mercy,
You may be a
part, but I am the game,
No definite past
and an undefined future,
I am all you
have, the last resort,
Darkness is my
only ally,
Silence is my
family, all of it,
I don’t have a
face fixed, so many,
But shadow they
call me,
I rise when the
sun falls,
And I never
fall.
Lovely poem, loved the last 2 lines.
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