Mist creeps over the edge of the road
Headlamps catching whisps of spirits in the light
Bridge croaking under the weight of the coach like a toad
Wondering why she ever ventured out on this horrid night
She steps into the mist, shadows looming over her
Moss grows slippery under the midnight rain
Bats flutter past her ears chilling her bones
Searching for a shelter but her search is in vain
Suddenly a voice calls to her from the trees
Her name in an ancient tongue
The tone of which makes her blood freeze
Air escaping her raspy lung
The voice croaks which lost times long ago
A withered hand of fog creeps across her view
A whispering wind trickles around her shoulders
As the voice speaks again, "I am coming for you"
Turning to return to the coach her path blocked
Demonic mist, shadowy daggers at its side
Heart racing, mind unable to focus, shocked
Rising up, standing strong, filling with Elven pride
Her heart thumps against her chest
Taunting demons cackle through the moon
An arrow pierces her elven breast
She cries for mercy from the impending doom
As her blood mixes with the rain upon the street
She is overcome by an indomitable will
Thrusting her dagger into the oncoming mist
Black, demon blood begins to spill
She fights of the dead of the necromantic mist
Stabbing decaying flesh to eternal end
She resists the powers of deaths holy kiss
For she realises what she has to defend
A cry in the dark, cloaked in the coach
Her son, heir to the elven King
His fair skin no demon will ever poach
As long she has air in her lungs, her blade will sing
A final stab through the chest of her foe
She flees from the demons of flames
Her body rises to the sunlit land
Where eternal life her soul it claims
*Note* Katie and I alternated stanza's for this one. And, to keep it interesting, I'm not going to tell you who wrote which stanza. Those familiar with our styles might figure it out.
