Prey (an acrostic poem)

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Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light

Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster

Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late

Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped