by Teo Tze Ping teoto@pl.jaring.my
He paused, surveying the landscape around,
Waiting for what he knew would come soon,
As the sun slipped beneath the ground,
Up came the blood red hunters moon.
"This is it!" he thought when he heard her cry,
Echoing across the silent night,
"This is it Demon, Time to die!
This will be your very last fight!"
"Decades ago, in a place so far,
Your claws slashed across my ancestors face,
For no reason you gave him a scar,
But now I'll destroy your entire race!"
"You killed my father, and his before him,
And now, wearing this mask upon my face,
With my fathers fury and all his vim,
I give my life to take his place!"
They fought with hate throughout the night,
With roars of "Human!" or "Demon Spawn!"
Long and hard was the fight,
That it lasted until the dawn.
A look of terror crossed her face,
She knew she had to flee or die,
With one last sweep of her mace,
She said while spreading her wings to fly:
"Another day human,
We will continue this,
Only then we can
fight to the finish."
"Curse ye Demon, you've gotten away!
When the time comes I'll make you pay,
I'll find you Demon, I'll find a way,
I'll hunt you to my dying day!!"