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The Huntress

When the victim becomes the hunter,

the tables are turned and the ace

cards are lined up one after another,

and the play in the game of chess

becomes so obvious.

She starts to flip over the pawns,

one by one until all that is left

is the King and Queen.

She spares the Queen

and takes the King out,

like a knock-out punch.

A deviously yet justified smile

spreads over her face, knowing

she has just sealed his fate.

Anathema to the one who

thought he was untouchable

and yet proved defeat able.

The Lioness conquers the Animal

Kingdom and seals the fate of

the Wolf preying on the

young charges for easy pickings.

But this Lioness is just a cub herself,

but smart, patient and un-relentlessly

after a blood signed contract of defeat.

The flutter of cards

The checkmate.

The soul resigned to hell,

quicker than otherwise.

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