The silent stalker

A psychological thriller

The Silent Stalker

By Shawn P Cassidy

He moves like a whisper carved out of night,

a shadow with purpose, a hunter of light.

A man with a vision that burns in his mind,

where demon and angel are perfectly twined.

He walks through the dark with a predator’s grace,

moonlight revealing the war in his face.

A creature of instinct, of hunger and art,

he stalks not the body" he stalks the heart.

He is the artist of silence and fear,

painting his presence when no one is near.

Each breath is a brushstroke, each step a line,

his canvas the dreams where the fragile recline.

He hunts the moment before it breaks,

the quiet between the heart’s mistakes.

A watcher of secrets the soul tries to hide,

the echo that lingers when all hope has died.

Born from the void where fallen angels weep,

he drifts through the realm between waking and sleep.

Not saint, not beast, not mortal man"

but the shadow behind creation’s plan.

His eyes are embers, his patience cold,

his story whispered but never told.

And when the darkness settles over,

he steps through dreams with a final closure.

No sound, no breath, no mercy offered"

just the quiet claim of the silent stalker.

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