The Huntress

Set your traps and lay your snares,
By letting them think you really care,
You’ve watched from a distance planning your move,
And luring them in ever so smooth,
In reality it’s just part of the game,
There are countless others who have fallen the same,
From your seductive smile to your poison sweet lips,
To your calculating eyes and the sway of your hips,
These are the tools for the hunt that you use,
Which is the reason that your prey always lose,
After the hunt it ends always the same,
With your quarry gutted; it’s part of the game.