A shadow’s kiss, a fleeting, dark embrace.

In shadows deep, where moonlight fears to tread, A woman waits, her heart a web of dread. Her eyes, like midnight’s veil, conceal her plight, A hunter in the dark, devoid of light.

Her plans, like whispers, weave through silent air, A dance of shadows, intricate and rare. She bides her time, with patience cold and keen, A predator unseen, a force serene.

Her prey, oblivious, walks the path of fate, Unknowing of the darkness that awaits. She watches, silent, from her hidden lair, A specter of the night, beyond compare.

The night grows still, her moment drawing near, A symphony of silence, sharp and clear. With every breath, her power starts to rise, A storm within her soul, a dark surprise.

And when the time is right, she’ll strike with grace, A shadow’s kiss, a fleeting, dark embrace. Her prey will fall, ensnared by fate’s cruel art, A testament to darkness in her heart.