In shadows draped, seen and swift,
Masters of stealth, a mystic gift.
Silent footsteps, elusive and sly,
Masters of illusion, where secrets lie.
A dance of grace, in darkness veiled,
Where warriors tread, battles scaled.
With precision and skill, they navigate,
The art of movement, deliberate and innate.
Eyes sharp, keen as the falcon's gaze,
They vanish like whispers in a haze.
Masters of strategy, minds sharp and clear,
In the game of shadows, they hold no fear.
Swift as the wind, they strike with might,
Their presence fleeting, a blur in sight.
Well played, their moves, a marvel to behold,
A symphony of motion, stories untold.
In the world of shadows, they find their might,
Harnessing the darkness, a virtuoso's delight.
Unseen but felt, their mark they leave,
A legacy woven, for those who perceive.
With blades honed, like moonlight's gleam,
They traverse the worlds, a timeless theme.
Well played, their art, a masterpiece,
Ninjas in spirit, a whisper, a peace.