The huntress was quick on her feet.
Quiet as a lioness, cloaked in shrouds of darkness.
The huntress was nowhere to be seen.
She dispersed the thunderous rumblings of the eerie night,
eyes transfixed and locked onto her prey.
Gaze as sharp as spear, relentless and gallant;
Her gilded knife plunged down the meat-eater's throat.
Choking and gasping as she relished the sounds.
Dying in her arms; a delightful nightmare.
Soon, she would be greeted by scents of honey and jasmine,
She would jump to her feet at the vision of rapture.
It is only brief, for the danger only lurks from within.
Waiting for the day comes,
when she falls down to her knees.
Frightful and aghast she rallies onward.
With the burden on her shoulders,
As a heroic failure.
Yet the void in their stomachs filled.
With the absence of ring-heavy fingers – eating away their wealth.
The threat remains, blood-lust for more.
Hungry to devour the lost.
The rule still applies,
no matter which universe she dwells.
An eye for an eye.
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PoetryA compilation of short poems inspired by random events happening in my life.
