Waiting
full moon lays waste to plans.
Waiting
clouds to scuttle vision of those who pay.
Waiting
shadows become my lover
wrapping me tight
shielding me from those who look
holding their breath
fear turning to delight.
Hush now
steady whisper of the wind.
Hush now
leaves rustle with each passing step.
Hush now
tinkle of shedding water
tilt of head
eyes glisten
I cannot be seen
I cannot be found
I am the Devil’s Huntress
the deviant hound.
Judge.
I listen with my eyes
see with my ears.
Jury.
I see the pain.
I hear the lies.
I pass my judgement
not in vain.
Executioner.
Flee before me.
I shall run you to ground
slay you
betray you
as you did the little ones.
I will not jeopardize
this plot of annihilation
for evil must be made to pay.
I will stalk you.
I will dance with you.
I will toy with you
before you are bled.
©Sept. 24/119
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The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
Yikes! Ominous 😱
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I had image of skulking in shadows and little ones and an assassin. How do you like that run on sentence? Thank you she flowed from fingers to page I didn’t feel as though I was in charge. 🤓💜
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