Hunter absolutely killed it with this one.
in the task at hand, embroiled.
relentlessly they toiled,
until at once it suddenly came clear.
that this most important mission,
was hiding an ambition
for malfeasance and an evil very near.
with hands that were a-trembling,
they set to disassembling
the mechanisms they’d carefully put up.
when, with a mighty bellow
the woman dressed in yellow
began to gnash and wail and sup.
'twas quite the frightful scene
as she bit their bones through clean.
and one by one the screams slowly died down.
until at last the silence
shouted louder than the violence
and she quietly set about keeping on.
she dabbed away some gristle,
and powered up the missile
and muttered to herself with satisfaction:
"some are meant for power.
others meant to cower.
but ancient souls like mine crave bloody action!”
(image: casey; words: hunter)