Killing Monsters and Other Good Deeds

When the sun pulls its last curve around the bend of the earth

And darkness casts its resting spell upon our berth

I push myself into a trance like sleep

And spread myself out like dark matter upon all our works, just to peek

When I hear the agonized sob of a tortured soul nearby

I pull apart a crack in the night, and like ink, I spill myself from the dark and the sky

There is a ridge on my left, perhaps a shadowed bridge

A tree topped valley, or is it a misty bog off the rivers edge

I see her huddled in the back seat of the car

I can tell she is terrified of the night, and its true the dark around her is very bizarre

I felt the ache in  her complete and total solitude, it spreading from her heart and into her gut and her lungs, weakening her fortitude

The car has taken on the feeling of her final tomb

The sounds of the night an awful and threatening gloom

She aware that even crying as deeply, and broken, as she did

Nobody would hear a squeak, nothing spoken, she planned her killing to be well hid

 And when I drifted in closer what I saw was quite a surprise

Squeezed in her vice like hand, a throttled monster just then accepting its own demise

Its true she had a few other demons that had found her and expected to be fed

But now they were fearfully bound to her by her own rules, and soon the warrior would see them all dead

And as the new daystar burns up the horizon

I’m pulled with a start into the crack of the night and out of my vision

But I've seen her smile with the sun bright on her face

The sounds of the night now the music of the bugs and the bees and the birds in this holy place

A black stone, a monsters soul, a trophy in her pocket.

Around her a field of clover, a reminder to look over her shoulder

And as she drove away, she knew a victory this day.
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