The ocean gasps against soft sand,
Relief from the storm at last.
Waves caress a calloused hand,
Clenched as Valeria stands fast.
The other guys smirk,
“Oh look, we got a fighter”
A little girl surrounded by dirt,
Terrified – every inch of her fibre.
Her fist flies forward, her target found
One cries, his nose broken
blood spilt, just a drop on the ground
and she glares, not a word spoken
The men hesitate and then rush in
Barely a fight, she’s knocked down
This is where heroes begin
in the dirt, downtown.
She’s left alone, broken and bleeding
Her tears eventually dry-up
She pulls herself together, her sorrow fleeting
“I’m gonna clean this place up.”
There once was a girl from Port Peril,
Who liked to keep herself quite sterile,
She got knocked the head,
Poisoned ’til dead,
And brought back as an elf for a chuckle.