The depth of the Fang in the Night

The glaring sun to shine on the horizon

Announcing the oncoming hand of destiny

Still held the great details veiled in secrecy

About the future threat to slickly loom

About in warrior’s there the close vicinity

She had the sweat and nerve of expectation

In standing pose, defense of all her nation

As she had axe in left hand gripping tightly

The shadows slowly grew and were encroaching

As sunset grew a fading gleaming weaker

The bushes of the valley were no better

At telling from where beast would be approaching

The armor of the fighter fastened highly

Was only limited a placed protection

Though not much for assault made with precision

Of vital points of blunt denial hardly

When suddenly a motion strong and rapid

Was figure surging such as furry lightning

From vegetation whence the creature hiding

Was executing pounce of intents sordid

To target present passive that defender

Who quick erected her shield for survival

With right hand lest her grim death would befall

The act prevented just the beast to rend her

And it recoiled mad and disappointed

The jaguar roared with its fangs bared in front

The metal-clad intruder to affront

Still bearing life quite uneliminated

She took on a new fighting stance to deal

With monster now aggressive and revealed

The sole foul company in that vast field

That would rip out her throat without a squeal

It tried attempt again at slashing vicious

In her direction searching for an opening

Though she rebuked with axe cuts done so sobering

To make some distance strategy fastidious

So they reached equilibrium of space

Between the dangers swinging and assaults

Where panic and first hopelessness sure halts

With no lives on the line, it would be grace

Yet now it was a dance of deadly movements

The animal changed tactics used then suddenly

To rather circle her intimidatingly

So stirring apprehensive sentiments

Within the fighter thinking plan in mind

To make subvert the conflict’s current state

Before an error could spell it too late

To gather victory of any kind

She took from belt at back of her a flask

And threw it forward close to focused enemy

Who jumped avoiding glass and heating energy

Of burning fire birthing self at dusk

She took some more and threw some more containers

Creating many flashing flaming areas

Encasing self in safely prison whereas

The monster could just witness crimson geysers

As it still stalked her dreadfully outside

And she took opportunity to rest

To be prepared for how to slay was best

The enemy and bring as proof the hide

But unbeknownst her underestimation

The jaguar through the flames fell unto her!

The searing was no measure to assure

Her safety from that mad determination!

The grazing teeth instilling desperation

Next to her skin, to move before her eye

Bare inches ‘tween a tearing gone awry

A deep excruciating laceration

As hulking frame o’ beast entrapped her body

Her angles were unfit for lifting that

Monstrosity of muscles stench so great

Could easily make her deceased and bloody

She only managed skimly her survival

With gauntlet holding barely beastly throat

Preventing closer reaching of that stout

Maw and the neck which meant the doom of all

Her efforts to save children and the elderly

Who like departed ones were tender prey

From jaguar feasts engorged on past a day

The feline hulk insatiable and hungry

The warrior jerked and forced with mighty force

Both her and predator of vast extents

Apart as with her deftness of both hands

She stood and got her axe with hurried grace

And in the crux of both combatants clashing

The jaguar leaping for a bite on jugular

The fighter swinging her axe in mid-air

And battle’s resolution coalescing

The woman intercepted the attack

In slashing deep in neck of girthy flesh

A misdirection of a fang-bore dash

A veering of a brunt in now night’s black

The beast was breathing hardly on the ground

In jerky motions random and spasmodic

To end the scene of lurid and pathetic

She brought down blade of weapon for an end

And thus was placid final time of menace

No more a roamer at no more outskirts

Civilization’s and no more of hurts

Of souls attending burials with grimace

A steel of drenching liquid now dislodged

A panting fighter at the edge of madness

A breath of rightly earned cathartic gladness

A jaguar sentenced for own nature killed