Her silver eyes fixed on the valley below, auburn hair blowing in the breeze. This was the time to prey on hunters.
Stretching her bow she waited
patiently for final retribution. If she should die, she would die victorious. They were going to fall, one by one.
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night