The open grave was a grim site to behold
the problem being it was not the only one.
Surveying the multitude of desecration
the slayer had not seen this before.
Hyper alert knowing they would be back
now with her team ready for an attack.
In the dark only crickets made a sound
deciding they were vulnerable there.
Heading at speed to safer firmer ground
when would these predators come.
With her trusty sword held tightly
blue eyes focused glinting brightly.
The air was charged with a presence
as in the distance the vampires came.
At the tense groups feet wooden stakes
ready to help dispatch the rampaging evil.
Before it got to the populated town borders
the slayer now shouted out her orders.
There was a shaking of the ground around
as the vampire army approached rapidly.
Sensing this was their last stand against evil
but from behind came a welcomed voice.
Turning there boldly stood fellow slayers
chosen ready to fight the peace conveyors.
Never had so many creatures of the night
come out of the dark lusting for blood.
Like a swarm of locusts the battle had begun
the chosen warriors with super strength.
Fought ferociously as they were surrounded
as the ancient and fresh vampires hounded.
As the town slept unaware of their danger
the tide started to turn unexpectedly.
As Balar the leader in a rage lunged at Ula
managing to avoid him she twisted.
From her belt snatching the sharp wood
plunging it into the chest where it stood.
At this decisive act the vampires halted
as their leader was dust on the grass.
The band of slayers watched them flee
as Ula and the female slayers screamed.
A defiant and victorias haunting sound
stood firmly on a patch of defiled ground.
Ula knew this was only one small triumph
the war of good and evil would not end.
Amazingly this time nobody had been lost
but she knew sadly parting from her friends
There were many dangers waiting ahead
and the responsibility filled her with dread.
THe Foureyed Poet
