She awaits her prey on a sword of green
Metallic body pure midnight
Her eyes, duo orbs of glassy sheen
Track flickers in the clouded light
A gnat wanders within her aim
She takes off, a jet black flame
The wind her servant as she glides
She deftly weaves through turning tides
Closing in with stunning grace
In her path she leaves no trace
No more buzzing melodies
Just silence where the gnat shoul...