Veiled Alliance

In the dance of shadows, whispers flow,

Where enemies gather, their strength to show.

But in the murk where alliances form,

A new tide rises, quiet and warm.

The blade not drawn is the sharpest of all,

In silence, we wait for the mighty to fall.

The foe of my foe walks beside me in night,

Together we move, obscured from sight.

Victory lies not in the clash of steel,

But in the bonds that enemies seal.

A friend forged in the fires of shared disdain,

Brings power that fear alone cannot gain.

Observe the field with a patient eye,

For not every ally wears a truthful guise.

In the game of power, none stands alone,

The strongest hand is one not shown.

In battles unseen, true wisdom lies,

Where foes become allies under veiled skies.

The art of war is a subtle game,

Where the enemy of my enemy bears no name.