not because she knows how to fight or shoot,
she knows how to make people love her.
behind her delicate colors, lies red.
the shielding grieving tears,
conceal what's dripping from her grinning lips.
looking down,
hiding the burning fire inside her eyes.
"hey shy little girl, where are you going?"
well, she doesn't kill to eat.
oh my precious prey,
isn't the most hidden venom the most dangerous?
open up and enjoy, my dear.
for you're the chosen one.