Demons

Sing to me o’ muse

Chant me the tale of this heroin

She who fought with hells fiercest demons

She who felt the pain of a thousand heart aches

Poor child that she was

At the age of six, her mother lost

Her innocence vanishing with the wind

She killed her inhuman beast

Now feared she was

By the town where she had grown

She was different

She was special

Her path is now chosen

She can never swerve from it

Nor change it

Her life now forever intertwined with the beasts of hell

Her father’s death next

A tragic accident

Followed closely by a brother’s

Now alone, she must face her destiny.

Ten, she was when they came.

Hunters, saviors.

She left her home behind

To move ahead and end this war.

Her life was not easy.

Far from it, you see.

Rigorous work, many deaths.

Seeming unaffected, as heartless as the creatures she destroys.

Her journey was long and perilous.

Losing so many comrades could not be easy.

She carried on.

Never stopping, never resting.

Her journey taking her across land and sea.

To a place as sacred as it is ancient.

A hidden temple.

Where everything began.

Her journey would soon come to an end.

Freeing mankind from this devastation.

But at what cost.

Losing everything dear to her, losing herself.

Selfish thoughts began to invade her mind.

Taking her strength to fight them.

Fearing she may lose.

Fearing she may doom all of mankind.

She had fought her way through her entire life.

Was it her time to give in?

To give in to death’s cold embrace?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

However, she would welcome death openly.

She was ready as long as she could free everyone else.

She cared not how many times she would have to try.

She would not give up until the very end.

And so, with her last breath, she thought back.

Back to what her life was like, how different than she ever imagined.

She would happily die with no regrets, having completed her task.

She may have perished, but she did so for us, for our lives.

She will forever remain remembered.