The Beautiful Huntress Poem by lucinda nightsilver

slow and sure footed she stalks amongst the trees.
if you happen to glimpse her you'll go weak in the knees.
she is as silent as the falling leaves

who is she? the beauiful huntress!

if you hear the sound of laughter like the soft tinkling of silver bells,
Run! because soon you'll be in a living hell,
any who attempt to catch her are destined to fail.

who is she? the beautiful huntress!

so use caution well when your out and about on a cold, dark, quiet night
when there is no beloved moon in sight,
because if the moment's just right
you'll have to forefit your life,

to me! the beautiful huntress!