And her mood was black as night
And her heart was burnt by blue flame
Rage blinded her sight
Her thirst for vengeance untamed
The wind's howl was weak
Compared to her mighty roar
As she ran past the narrow creek
And slammed her prey through the door
Begging he sank to his knees
Praying in vain for reprieve
She felld him for his misdeeds
And finally she was free to rest and greive
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