The Slayers destined to fight the evil of this earth! The Foureyed Poet.
Blood dripped from the slayers sharp sword
her latest kill had not fully turned
she stood a frown upon her taut high brow
there was an old vampire near
another long night as the search began
sensing it was once a good man!
- Leaving the corpse in a newly dug grave
started the hunt more to be slain
a full moon she had to be aware of werewolves
now heading into dead time
as Jay knew she needed support for this task
a figure watched behind a mask!
- Heading home to consult with the watcher
fine tuned instincts told her
she was not alone but who dared to come near
approaching home a sound
hit her ears ducking as an arrow flashed by
in danger she could not deny!
- Had she met her match now being stalked
a diversion was her ploy
nothing must distract her from the mission
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