🌑 Panther in the Fog

RASANT…

Wet streets. Cold air. (psh)

Midnight holds its breath. (hu)

I don’t. (rr)

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Coat made of shadows — every crossing a report, (psh)

I read the city like files, but it don’t know me at all. (rr)

Steps without echo, every move measured tight, (hu)

whoever walks too loud doesn’t make it through the night. (oh)

Pull the smoke deep in — thoughts sharpen, align, (psh)

silence is a weapon when the danger shows signs. (rr)

Windows show lives, but I stay just outside, (hu)

distance keeps you sharp… killer on the dancefloor tonight. (oh)

Eyes learn patterns, sorting fast in my head, (rr)

tiny deviations say more than what’s said. (psh)

One move too much speaks louder than talk, (hu)

truth rarely travels a straight, honest walk. (oh)

Time drips heavy from the roofs of this place, (psh)

every minute like concrete gripping tight at your waist. (rr)

But my pulse stays low — controlled and calm, (hu)

panic’s a mistake that belongs to the pawn. (oh)

Too many stories end trusting a sound, (rr)

I listen to instinct before noise comes around. (psh)

When doubt starts hunting, I erase my own trail, (hu)

it fades cold and clean on the asphalted veil. (rr)

I don’t talk much — learned how to read, (oh)

those who explain everything stopped learning to see. (psh)

So I stay in the shadows, posture minimal, (hu)

a hunter looks quiet — but never trivial. (rr)

Panther in the fog — nobody knows where I roam, (hu)

silent steps while I decode the zones. (rr)

When the world gets loud, I freeze where I stand, (psh)

real hunters act — they don’t beg or demand. (oh)

Panther in the fog — the city never sleeps, (hu)

every false trail breaks when the morning creeps. (rr)

No grand gestures — instinct takes the lead, (psh)

you don’t hear me coming…

but I hear you breathe. (rr)

Sirens far away — just a tremor in the air, (psh)

panic has a scent long before it’s declared. (rr)

Wind carries fragments of talk through the night, (hu)

every word a puzzle sparking doubt and insight. (oh)

Thoughts laid out neat like files on a desk, (rr)

every option weighed — no room for recklessness. (psh)

I don’t hunt people — I hunt what they hide, (hu)

the deepest riddles sit quiet inside. (oh)

I studied patience till it merged with my skin, (rr)

act too early — you’re visible, open, thin. (psh)

So I wait one second longer than right, (hu)

not one second short — or the balance breaks tight. (oh)

Reflexes speak faster than logic can plan, (rr)

but control is the blade resting steady in my hand. (psh)

Between escape and contact lies a razor-thin line, (hu)

balance decides if you fail or you strike. (rr)

Cold stare — not cruel, just precise, (oh)

clarity’s the cure that dissolves every vice. (psh)

When pressure climbs, I go silent inside, (hu)

chaos collapses where iron wills reside. (rr)

First light whispers that morning is near, (psh)

till then I remain an invisible figure here. (hu)

And once the light breaks the last of the shade, (rr)

I’m gone again —

faceless. (oh)

Panther in the fog — alone and unseen, (hu)

reading every trace others miss in between. (rr)

No rush required — precision is law, (psh)

the best hunter’s the one no one ever saw. (oh)

The city exhales. (psh)

My case is done before it begins. (rr)

And somewhere between darkness and day

I was there —

without ever having been. (hu)