Under the cloak of twilight’s breath,
You move unseen, a dance with DEaTH.
No sound betrays careful tread,
Through logic and mist, you quietly spread.

The lake looms, dark and opaque,
A sheen of bugs you aim to break.
Sensors hum beneath gentle waves,
You map the depths, the hidden graves.

You know which paths to take,
Silent footsteps, no leaf to shake.
Eyes in the shadows track your pace,
Yet see nothing of your ghostly trace.

Through icy currents, probes descend,
Exploiting the gaps where defenders bend.
A whisper of skill, a tired hand,
Unseen, unfound, to own the sand.

And when the night folds into grey,
Wairua keeps your secrets and slips away.
Silent wānanga, mastering the deep,
You vanish again, no wake, SOC asleep

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