Chaos

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Dark as Night,
She stalks with such
Grace.

Emeralds for eyes,
She watches her prey.
Oh! To know
Her plans.

Soft as silk,
Wise, and Beautiful.
She lay by the
Heat, warming herself.

She stays close,
To her Master.
Yet still doing
As she
Pleases.

Claws sharp as Daggers;
Always ready,
If ever needed.
Yet her stare seems to be
Enough.

Dark as Night,
She lay beside me.
Sounds like a motor.
The Wise huntress,
Dreams.





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