The creeper and peeper through the deeper and steeper terrain,

A glider and slider, a divider of strider and pain

Through the thicket and picket, he’s the ticket to wicked and still,

A prowler and growler, a fouler of howler and will

With a shiver in the river, he’s the giver of a quiver in the meat,

As he tracks the packs through the cracks with his clever and fleet feet

The Silent Stalker is the walker and the talker of the deep,

A mender and ender, the defender of the splendor that we keep

He’s the shifter and the lifter of the drifter in the gray,

A slicer of pricier vices who prices the prizes of the day

With a slashing and gnashing, he is crashing and dashing through the cold,

A sweeper and reaper, a keeper of the secrets yet untold

The snapper and trapper in the wrapper of the dapper silver fur,

A spinner for the sinner, seeking dinner in the thinner misty blur

He is linking and slinking while thinking of the sinking of the claw,

A breaker and taker, a maker of the quaker in the jaw

Through the tangle and angle, he will mangle and strangle every sound,

Until the beating of the fleeting is retreating to the freezing of the ground

The Silent Stalker is the walker and the talker of the deep,

A mender and ender, the defender of the splendor that we keep

He’s the shifter and the lifter of the drifter in the gray,

A slicer of pricier vices who prices the prizes of the day

With a slashing and gnashing, he is crashing and dashing through the cold,

A sweeper and reaper, a keeper of the secrets yet untold

From the hollow to follow, he will swallow the wallow of the prey,

A glancer and dancer, the advancer and answer to the fray

With the cunning of running, he is stunning the shunning in the frost,

A leader and feeder, the weeder of the leader who is lost

The hunt is done,

The prize is won

Silent and stark,

In the perfect dark

Vanished

Unfound