Whispers in the Shadows

Whispers in the Shadows: The Silent Stalkers Among Us

In the bustling streets where crowds collide,

There lurks a figure, silent, sly,

With eyes that watch and ears that hear,

A silent stalker, drawing near.

They move among us, unseen, unheard,

Their presence was felt but never inferred,

In whispers soft and steps so light,

They navigate the shadows of the night.

Some seek power, others prey,

Their motives are hidden, tucked away,

In boardrooms dim or alleyways,

The silent stalkers plan their plays.

They wear disguises, masks of deceit,

Their true intentions were kept discreet,

Yet in their wake, chaos may lie,

As they manipulate and mystify.

Beware the silent stalker's art,

For they can tear your world apart,

But if you listen, if you're wise,

Their schemes unravel, and their secrets rise.

So heed the signs, the subtle cues,

And see the silent stalker through,

For, in the end, their power wanes,

When brought to light, their darkness stains.