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. . . . . .

Oh to be forgotten

Tis such a pleasure

To be a shadow in a hallway

No one that knows or remembers

No one to care for, about...

To be alone and unseen

Ghostly presence gone unnoticed

 . . . . .

Eyes. Waiting. Watching.

Watching your every move.

Like a game of chess…

Strategy. The art of war…

Patience. Rule of the hunt,

No real need for movements.

The infinite time of immortality

No so infinite given thought

But no matter now,

For in the foolishness of youth

Too impatient to wait

Rash action and bad judgment

Will be cause of the downfall

Of his entire army.