Athena’s Shadow
While sprinting after the see through personality,
this ghosthunter realized a thrilling fact.
She no longer had to run, for her gun could inhale her target.
Tool in hand and pride on face, Athena envisions success
And knows her return to the office will come with applaud and bless.
Finally concluding her challenge, she plops her gun along her back:
Heavy, bulky, and thorny.
Stumbling through the forest, she spots a resting place.
Athena, left with nothing, finished her chase.
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