She walks

Haunting the earth she quietly walks..
On not one occasion youll find that she talks.

Her means of communication to fill up your mind..
With thoughts of her past the frightening kind.

Lurking in mist and scanning the grass..
She quietly waits for her next victim to pass.

Gentle loving souls her favourite to hunt..
Like something gone wild.. shell attack from the front.

There is no escaping her icy dark stare..
Her eyes do see all with that long vicious glare.

Victims from one to another she leaps..
But most important.. remember that she never sleeps.

Micro Kouklitsa