Her Medicine Is the Hunt

Her medicine is the hunt. She comes to leave her latest victim. For she is on the path to glory.

Beware of her glittery lights - the flash of tooth and claw. Fueled by the banquet of sweet powers. Fueled by the cornucopia of rich elixirs: fruit; blood; fruit; blood; love; destruction.

Her medicine is the hunt. She has come to destroy the last of her victims: Herself.

For she is on the path to glory, And she comes to know that all she seeks requires no less sacrifice than her self.

Her medicine is the hunt. The hunt whose huntress ends up hunted. The hunt whose predator becomes her own prey.

Falling victim to her own chase,

It is a food cycle, not a food chain.