Sweet Victory
She targets her prey with intense concentration
She aims her arrow with a dignified stroke
Alas her mark is misssed her lot is broken
She reminisces about the path she strode
So clammy and cold, crumbly and damp
She crawls up again to her web to clamp
A stalker unknown a miniscule insignificant
Yet her mark is at peace, ease, oblivious at best
This time she waits she traces her want
She aims and strikes this time she gets her test!
Victory is at hand she has what she has vied
She strides purposefully to claim her prize!
Alotted her share and begotten her mark
Alone she progresses her mind her heart
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