Silent Aim

I see the world through a narrow lens. A single breath decides where it

ends. The wind, it whispers, the trees stand still.

The quiet hum of a hunter's will. One shot, one life,

no time to stall. I hear the echo, I watch it

fall. Steady hand, heart like stone. The shadows move, but I'm alone.

The moonlight glints on the barrel's edge. A promise carved in a metal

pledge. Every heartbeat, a ticking clock. My aim is true,

I never mock. Do they feel it? Do they know? The weight of