huntress

To enable the purest life force
To be torn to shreds and die
Standing in the moonlight
Where every word is a lie
Divorced from all reality
Within a maidens soul
She stands there in the shadows
Bursting with control

Pouting at the waywardness
Her camouflage attire
Rainbow colours edged with lace
And eyes of smouldering fire
Within her womb a life exists
Within her heart it beats
A maiden in her petticoat
Her wayward glance unseats

All around still gallant
As this poor soul She killed
Delivering her message
Framed in blood she filled
It full its vital body
With her arrows painted red
With pigment from the after life
Edged with vilest lead

Born from a warm whisper
In the image of a queen
Hunting down the wildness
Like some failed machine
Delivering the arrows
And sucking in the air
The huntress’s eyes
Are the coolest blue
From within any icy stare

An innocent lies panting
Choking in the dark
His deliverance was frantic
She certainly made her mark
The feminine turned reaper
Assigned to accompany him
Into the absolute darkness
Really on a whim

She gets off on the terror
The blood lust in her throat
With her apple blossom lip stick
And her gothic whiteness note
Her leggings of pure leather
Borrowed from some cow
Who had tasted her own rich blood
And really wondered how

Any other female could ever sink so low
To participate in the slaughter
Of another and to know
How much of life was left to live
And To share the forests breath
To pull the trigger like some man
The finality of death

To feel the rush of adrenaline
And The sweat between her thighs
The orgasm of the devil
It comes as no surprise
The psychopathic resonation
Drawing down belief
The hunted lost forever
In what is eternal grief