Through the dim lit streets she walks,
Huntress upon prey the dark lady stalks,
With velvety skin like chocolate,
She need not slay if she can coerce,
A coldness shivers through the force,
As someone else knows he is prey,
He himself can mask his force sensitivity,
From this seductress he met earlier today,
It is fate that only one outcome can play.
Her name is Lady Midnight,
No man nor quary ever gets away.
I normally don't write poems, though I thought i'd give it a try when I made these foll…
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Posted on October 11, 2009 at 4:31am —