Huntress (Huntress)…

Should the daggers be sharp

And should the bow be drawn

We walk through a darkened meadow

And we stalk our prey (our prey):

The tiger…

Authoress (Authoress)…

All the evil words are right

And all the hateful thoughts are true

Poems of misery, fables of fear

And novels of the pain and suffering of those you hate

We curse the fate: infidels

And soon…so very soon…

You’ll be sharing my suffering