The Artful Brute

The Silent Hunt

She does not announce her arrival.

She lets silence carry her name.

Every measured step

is a promise,

every breath

a lesson in restraint.

She wears the night

like royalty wears a crown

stitched together by stars,

woven with gold,

untouched by the need

to prove she is magnificent.

The darkness is not where she disappears.

It is where she becomes

impossible to ignore.

Her eyes speak

the language of certainty:

I have survived every storm

that tried to make me prey.

Strength is not always loud.

Sometimes it is patient.

Sometimes it waits.

Sometimes it smiles

before it strikes.

She knows that power

doesn’t chase.

It attracts.

And when the world finally notices,

it mistakes her grace

for gentleness..

never realizing

that beneath every shimmering mark

beats the heart

of something beautifully dangerous.

For even wrapped in light,

she remains

what she has always been

a masterpiece

that never forgot

it was born