She's always the hunter, but never the hunted. She's always the killer, and never the killed. She's always alone, but ever forgotten.

The rain flowed down her still body, from her dark crown to her shadowed feet.

An eagle flew in the distance, it cries, but the only answer is her flying heartbeat.

A single tear falls from her tear filled eyes, a single gasp fell from her pale lips, but not a single whisper could be heard, as she raised her bow and shot down the mighty bird. She cries for the loss of life, knowing it's needed. She morns for her humanity, knowing it's lost like the fallen prey. She sobs for the dying bird, but doesn't try to change its fate.

A hunter, alone in the dark. The hunted, fallen from the light. A predator and her prey. A creature, so pure, she can break your heart without even knowing you're name.

Her heart freezes as she finds the fallen bird. Her soul weeps as she sees how it is broken. Her mind falls into darkness as she realizes…

She's always the hunter, but never the hunted. She's always the killer, and never the killed. She's always alone, but ever forgotten. She's a hunter. Queen of the night. She's a killer. Queen of the dark. She is, and always will be… Alone.