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 should be