ELUSIVE

In the realm of shadows where mysteries play,

There dances a figure, veiled in shades of gray.

Elusion, they're called. A master of stealth 'neath the moon's watchful.

Invisible whispers in the dark they hide.

Their essence, a whisper, a fleeting breath,

A wisp of smoke in the grasp of death.

Elusion, the art of slipping away,Through the maze of perception, they

deftly weave,Leaving behind only echoes to believe. n the depths of the

mind, where dreams take flight,Elusion dances in the veils of night.

So elusive, so transient, yet ever near,

Elusion whispers secrets in the ear.

A fleeting glimpse of the infinite vast,

In the dance of shadows, they eternally last.