Quiet, Sharp, and Swift

I track the silence where you hide. Every shadow knows my name.

You're talking threats, but they fall flat. Empty echoes in the rain.

I don't heal the wounds you chose. I don't carry your regret.

You can wait for mercy all you want. But it's something you won't get.

I move slow. I build away. Every step is calculated. You play your

hand too early now while I watch and stay patient. When the moment

finally breaks. And the ground is set to shift. I won't rush.

I won't explain. I'll rise quiet, sharp, and swift.