You come in the night, silver-winged tips snaring your prey
Cannonfire smoke has long seeped into the fabric and altered its hue
Not entirely unlike a hangman's noose
A night-colored outfit for those who pursue prey and treasure unrelentingly
Worn by runners known to wield poison-tipped blades
Well suited for greasing palms
Quieter than they look, like a whisper on the wind
You are never more dangerous than after dark
