Phantoms of Malice
These lie in ambush to shed blood; They lie hidden to take the lives of others.
Cunning fiends lurk in the shadows, their intentions veiled behind a deceiving facade of silence, biding their time to unleash a crimson symphony.
Like patient predators, they lie in ambush, waiting for the opportune moment to siphon the essence of life from unsuspecting souls.
With a malevolent elegance, they shroud themselves in obscurity, poised to snatch the breath from those who cross their path.
Concealed within the veil of secrecy, they are but phantoms of malice, skillfully concealing their maleficent designs.
Masters of stealth and cunning, they lie hidden, as if scripted in the dark poetry of tragedy, destined to fulfill their sinister agenda.
Bereft of remorse, they prowl the edges of society, drawn to the fragility of mortality like vultures to carrion.
Their insidious nature is a dance of shadows, a macabre waltz of silence and stealth. They are architects of dread, orchestrating a sinister symphony that culminates in the shedding of innocent blood.
Only by unmasking these spectral malefactors can the world hope to quell the looming specter of their deadly intentions.
©️T.Broughton
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