The Warrior

Within the damp night air,
A lonely figure stands,
She fights the good fight,
and her spirit travels to many lands.

She is one in a million,
only one of her kind,
she's destined to do just what she does,
that's the curse that she minds.

Her name is not specific,
For she changes every generation,
She is one and she is all,
She's everyone across the nation.

She is the ultimate warrior,
the survivor in all of us,
she is the one we never notice,
and she never puts up a fuss.

Her identity remains hidden,
never to be heard or seen,
she holds the world in the palm of her hand,
and holds together at the seams.

Without her, we would be lost,
darkness on earth would rule,
she is the one who kills the demons,
against darkness, she's the ultimate tool.

She is not as alone,
as she often appears,
she has one mentor, one teacher, one friend,
who trains her to ignore her fears.

He is called a Watcher.
He makes sure she survives.
Sometimes he get there a little too late,
and death for the girl arrives.

She is not only selfless,
But brave and strong too.
Her actions are those of the wise,
her motives are just and true.

Her life is a naturally hard one,
filled with death, pain and fear.
She usually dies very young,
for her death is always near.

She fights for her life everyday,
and most often during the night,
she never stops to rest,
and never backs down from a fight.

Her existence gets harder every second,
she's rarer to find everyday.
She never stops moving around.
She holds man's demise at bay.

On the outside she's tougher than steel,
and often appears slightly mean,
But inside her heart she's golden,
and her kindness is what gleams.

Death is her untimely gift,
her most given sacrifice,
She is prepared to die everyday,
to suffer the rest of her life.

Compassion is her existence,
she is your last hope and prayer,
She is the sister, the lover, the friend,
But above all, she is the Slayer.