The more lethal you are, the less dangerous you seem,
Your silence a whisper, your actions a dream.
In shadows you tread, with a delicate grace,
Your power concealed behind a calm face.
The tempest within, a storm held at bay,
Yet peace in your eyes, keeps chaos away.
A blade in the dark, swift and unseen,
Yet mercy your mantle, a tender sheen.
A paradox lives in your gentle command,
The strength of a lion, the touch of a hand.
Your lethal potential a quiet refrain,
A force held in check, lest havoc remain.
The more lethal you are, the less you must show,
A guardian of peace in the world's ebb and flow.
For power contained is power redefined,
The more lethal you are, the less dangerous the mind.
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