The Slayer were now at war within the vampires lair! The Foureyed Poet.
Uncertain the watcher accepted the girls presence
weeks of training was paying off
honing the skills that would save her life
he knew she would be formidable
with Tara the public might have a chance
to hold back the vampires advance!
- Blood sweat no tears she would not cry
now with less of the growling
though feeling weak needing more energy
the victims were mounting
imperative Maya was here in the growing war
taking it to the vampires core!
- Maya felt ready the anger more controlled
her destiny aligned to Tara’s
proof of their strength and focus soon to avail
the team cautiously proceeded
could it be the training break was a mistake
the army of vampires began to wake?
- Vanquill the ancient one now aware