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