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I'm a damsel with a gaze so deadly
Arrow, aimed
Bow, ready
Fingers maintained, firm and steady...

To pierce my target --
My heinous enemy.

When he peruses into sight,
I release my weapon into flight.
Soaring, rapidly in this cold night,
It finds his heart, lancing just right.

Headsy, I approach my prey,
Smiling down at where he lay.
Hoping forever he'll rue the day
That he broke my heart, but I hear him say:

My beautiful one,
So pure, so true,
I have never lied to you.
Retrieve your arrow,
Take my heart,
For it was yours from the start.

The breath that escapes my lips
Is as cold as his lifeless fingertips.

Perhaps, I never knew this man called Love,
My fatal flaw is that I've misjudged.