Muscles rippled through the dappled evening light,
The hunter on the prowl
Death will occur this night.
Her mind is set
She has it in her sights
The prey had not the choice of flight.
Hers fangs dig deeply
Her muscles tight
Her preys last breath is all so slight.
Now the muderess feasts
On the victory of her lethal bite
The killer revealed in all her might.
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