The pale moon stands a lonely vigil,
Keeping watch o'er a quiet world.
It is unnaturally calm, too quiet.
She was not the only one oncerned.
A small blonde woman is on the prowl,
Yet what she doesn't not realize, it that
She isn't the only one to hunt this night.
Behind her, in shadow, she is there.
A voluptuous brunette, steadily trailing,
Turning the predator into prey.
Seeking that which she knows is hers.
Two beings, and yet one soul.