Hunting the Hunter

She watches him stumble in the dark,
Nocturnal eyes are perfect for a start.
The glock he grips tightly will not save his soul,
For he does not know he is treading in a black hole.

This evil forest is not what it seems,
She is nothing, but a shadow in the steam.
The hunter becomes the hunter tonight,
With nothing to help him, but the pale moonlight.

He stumbles and falls to the distant ground,
Letting out a gasp, he stops to look around.
Her gorgeous young face seduces him at last,
Mesmerized by her beauty, her vision fades fast.

A bow and arrow contrast her innocent black gown,
She hides her seducing face with a grotesque clown.
In her line of sight, she whispers in the breeze,
Letting the arrow go, she lets her body freeze.

In the distance, a painful 'thug' is all she hears,
He falls to the ground with frozen over tears.
With an arrow pinning his close-minded heart,
His blood tastes bitter, but this is the best part.

Taking his lifeless heart, blood and all,
She lets the crimson pool in her hand to fall.
Pulverizing his soul in her angry red hands,
She is superior to him now, in this dark land.