• So subtle she hunts, Like a panther in the jungle
    No sounds but the breathe of the prey, the target she desires
    Not another second she pounces. And the neck she craves soft and warm
    Obeys her, limply hanging from her fangs
    The blood runs down her face, and like a sinner fallen from grace
    She drops the prey and stalks into the moonless night ready for a fightless win