Written by Charles Chiam
She took aim
Under the pale moon
Her poisoned arrow
Ready for her victim
The graceful beast
Feasting, unaware
She fired
Fast, silent
Deadly
Right between
The greed-filled eyes
Of the arrogant poacher
The goddess smiled
Having slain
Another cruel idiot
Though more will come
She will be ready
For her arrows
Always hit their marks
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