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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