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Huntress (poem)

A dark elusive clandestine destiny

The sculpted statuette of whittled ebony

One piercing arrow that she drew…

Punctured the throat of little Lew

Buried in the ashes of Len’s slay

A singed shiny arrowhead lay

 
 
 

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