At the top of a tower,
way up high,
a princess is tethered,
prepared to die.
Our hero, her sister,
fights demons below;
the Slayer they call her,
the ones in the know.
The enemy, a hell god
shut out of her world,
finds a key to re-enter –
a human, the girl.
The princess was ancient,
pure energy, the Key,
made human and grafted
to Slayer family tree.
Slayer swore to protect her,
little sister or not,
so she and the hell god
they battled and fought.
The hell god appears
as a beautiful girl,
strong and self-centered,
all darkness and curls.
This beast shares the body
of an innocent man;
it’s mostly his life,
she comes out when she can.
His weak human mind
drives the beast quite insane
so she sucks brains of others,
her composure regained.
These poor brain-sucked souls
see the Key in true form
and they lead the beast to her,
her sacrifice sworn.
Blood of the princess
will split open the sky,
unleashing demons and dragons,
then close when she dies.
The beast can slip back
through the crack to her realm,
leaving death and destruction
for everyone else.
A hell god disciple,
a small elf of a man,
pretends first to protect the girl,
then slices her skin.
A knight charges to save her,
takes a knife in the side;
the elf throws him over,
though he’d already died.
For he was made vampire
when Victoria was queen;
he killed lots of people,
but is now pretty clean.
With a government inserted
device in his head,
he no longer harms humans,
fighting demons instead.
Helps the Slayer, can you imagine,
he’s killed two before,
but this one, she’s different;
her, he adores.
His love swings a hammer
at the beast’s curly head;
the beating leaves her human
but not really dead.
Our Slayer is a hero,
she’s not like you and me;
when the beast becomes a man again,
she has to let her be.
So a dark wizard takes the reins,
a Slayer mentor true,
and steals the hell god’s final breath;
he’s seen a rodeo or two.
The Slayer scales the tower,
kills the elf with one quick blow,
sees her sister bleeding,
the portal opening below.
The princess accepts that only she,
as Key, can save the world;
her death alone can stop
what the hell beast has unfurled.
With dragons soaring overhead,
the Slayer remembers a truth:
that her blood and princess blood
are the same, she needs no proof.
So she kisses her little sister,
and throws herself into the swirl;
her death closes the portal,
returning balance to the world.
* * *
The knight and all who loved her
wept a hurricane that day,
for the Slayer, sister, hero
had forever gone away.
They laid her body in the ground
to rest in a hometown plot;
the inscription on her headstone read:
She Saved The World
A Lot.