A silhouette in darkness
Slowly revealed to light
A living weapon, here to fight


The first to draw a weapon
Is just the first to fall

No-one to blame, she warned them all

They blink, she moves, it's over

In turn they fall like leaves
Street justice in a den of thieves


She cuts her way right through them

A shadow of a ghost

She is the knife against their throats

They gather up the wounded

They stagger and they sway
When predator becomes the prey


Prey... (prey... prey... prey...) (Echoed)

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