To (What) End

The woman was perusing

The leafs on the floor

Intelligence was using

Advancing once more

The track laid ahead

In appearance unsoothing

Dauntless she entered

Among trees she was moving

She cut every branch

That dared to move in front

Every single piece

Of nature to affront

Her single focused task

A clearing at last

She kneeled to drink water

On a pond, it’s best

For her to keep moving

There’s no time for her to waste

Every single unsoothing

Obstacle to lay waste

To to reach her objective

With a risk of demise

But she was forged in battle

She was brave, she was wise

She approached destination

A dark dreadful formation

A rotten situation

Many putrid vines’ station

She stared way up in front

To the enemy high, dangling

A contemptuous look angling

With proud airs would confront

The witch, smile and evil

Of power incredible

And a many deeds terrible

Killed so many weak, feeble

An incarnated evil

The miss readied herself

For the near confrontation

With that devil’s creation

The hag chortled and threw

A projectile repugnant

Ball of swamps’ gunk

The hero changed her placement

To avoid the foul thing

Conjured from dark enchantments

She had arrow in hand

And her bow as she’d stand

To prepare for the strike

Far the darting shot went

The enemy felt the spike

Of a viper’s lament

Venom previously stored

For the showdown predicted

The defiant brought forth

Herself to reach the sickened

Monstrous menace above

Suffering from the pain

Penetrating the flesh

Silver her blood would drain

Retaliation was NOW

The broken around forest

Tried to disembowel

The warrior with unrest

But she did still tried her best

Against those assaults to follow

To avoid and resist

Gladly the threat proved hollow

She continued and climbed

Along the trunk in the middle

Of the area little

Of where the witch was perched

Controlling her foul pawns

Vegetation without

Choice but to obey her laws

None was allowed but to rout

Their own structure misplacing

They were forced against will

To bend themselves attacking

The hero until

She was at last at the top

In face of the witch in anger

The wind was bellowing stout

As each cold second would linger

She plunged herself to attack

So that her steel blade would follow

And in sentencing the witch

Would bring all a new tomorrow

But the decrepit death bringer

Still had more left in store

And through a swift and sly movement

She produced the woman’s gore

Evading the leading blow

She then had penetrated

Through the sheer claws of her “hand”

In chest an opening created

The soldier kicked her out, off

And persevered in the fight

In fury, misses and blows

Beyond them, fractured sunlight

Encaged by the canopy

Of the somber environment

The shadows circled in glee

The fight was but entertainment

To the horrors of deepest

Essence and soul

Patrons of brutality

And humanity’s woe

When a slash had eventually

Damaged beyond repair

One of the combatants, standing

Breathing without air

The eyes of the witch opened

In twisted maddening glee

As she realised the occurrence

Bare for the forest to see

Her arm had fallen on ground

Her black ink blood falling, spilling

She could not comprehend it all

How could her death be thus coming

As the bright sacred runed sword

Dominated the space

Above the things of the world

These around doomed to ungrace

The lifted weapon of might

Came down in a crushing blow

And the eyes of twilight

Witnessed the cursed danger go

Away from realm of the living

In this spiral so sudden

Of hatred, blood and violence

An extreme measure done

The flow of the hag’s dripping liquid

Dropping over the wood

Marking the surface

Of the twisted tree would

Never leave the whole forest

As weird magic imbued

The very essence of nature

With her vengeful soul, cruel

And so the arboreal structure

Gained a new life itself

Startling the victor soldier

Who thought her foe fell

She tried to jump for a branch

But promptly got slammed midair

Her body arrived with brute force

Cracking a stone that was there

Looming above her stood

An ugly sharp aberration

Amalgam of bark and skin

Unthought sight in all creation

Vicious gazes from within

Crevices of the wood

Unnatural movements

From where branches once stood

As if twitchy mad fingers

Chaotic and dangerous

They grasped the warrior quickly

And began crushing her

Screams, loud, echoed

In pain the fighter dwelled

While much urgently trying

To get from her belt

A-PAIN pain agony screaming

A simple modest device

Which might just only if she could

Save her from this grim demise

She flickered flickered flickered

In desperation’s moment

Her eyeballs were turning

‘til in the heart of the torment

An explosion devastated

The tree’s grasp and her side

Burned from flames heated, 

The strategy, from her mind

The grenade, tool of emergencies

Which she held for timely times

Had freed her from her death and worries

Her reverberating cries

With what was left to muster

She forced herself up

Stared straight at the monster

Lord of rot, mud and muck

Another raging thrust

From the other limb remaining

From the horror at dusk

Though for this one she was standing

Feeling pressure once again

She ignored her own terror

Had another one in hand

Bomb and no room for error

Then a fling, vibrant swing

In her finger a pin

The small rotund container

Towards the villain flying

During a screech of furor

The grenade was inside

And in fires’ destruction

No part whole left behind

Holy hell force consuming

The contorting wickedness

The inferno all reaching

True mercilessness

Fumes voyaging up

Encounter high with the sky

Down, the obliteration

Of a spirit awry

Breaking every part of it

The dying aggressor

The member holding fiercely

The pressed punished warrior

Let go

And freedom filled full lungs

Of a soul who danced with death

And was near ready for graveyard’s bed

She remained on ground, existing

Shut eyes and life’s unseen bliss

In calmness and torpor

She gave self rest after this

Muscles relaxing

Decelerating mind

A gladness of heart

And it all of that kind

So the peril was over

One less beast in the wilds

Days could continue further

One more mile of miles

Of the eternal walk

To end the jaws of bloodshed

Though by bloodshed conquered

Time will tell if it is dead

Eventually

The champion carried herself

Out from the mud cold and sticky

To somewhere to treat her health

Strolling across roots and bushes

Away from ember and ashes

Remembering throughout flashes

The altercation, the slashes

The punching, tearing, piercing

The images coalescing

And crystallizing, fixing

Themselves so unrelenting

In memory’s sheer fabric

A story of mixed feelings

It’s glorious and it’s tragic

That hard pull of fate’s strings

Can remorse shake hands with hate?

Is it justice or it isn’t?

Was plain mercy just too late?

Was there any room to listen?

Or survival was in check?

Must you kill who kills before

They have clutches on your neck?

There are questions evermore

In life’s moving corridor

And decisions must be made

Of a destiny decided

By a heavy bloodied blade

Steel’s words were the louder then

Pronounced forth verily from

The own soldier’s calloused hands

To whom the steel’s edge belong

Her last statement was made

In the tribunal of war

Signed with ink blood near that glade

Where she drank moments before

Now there was just fading light

From the very end of day

No more reason to fright

Anyway

And the road was right over there

She trudged through the path

Her wounds still needed care

An incarnate aftermath

She was nearing the village

Where her kin had sent her from

But collapsed soon after

She was only so strong

She awoke with hazy head

Many a pain and ache

However she noticed

Hands in work for her sake

Treatment, indeed, truthfully

The physician nonstop

Attention on her, wholly

With tools on the countertop

Weeks and weeks went by

She recovered and lowered

Her head to her people

Who in joy overflowed her

Celebrating the victory

Versus the fearsome hag

Their opinion was clearly

That she “had it in the bag”

When at last ready to walk

She arranged for a visit

To the old cemetery

And no one paid heed to it

There observing the stones

Of the lost and the fallen

Respecting the bones

Of the tombless downtrodden

She had certainly arrived

At where she wanted to be

Her surname on a grave

For all to see

She kneeled to the ground

Clinged to her lap

And in silent sound

Had her emotions unwrap

They slid by her cheeks

Made spots on her dress

As they leaked

No less

Than always

Then uttered

“Have peace

You’re avenged”