Gordana the Goblin Slayer
A fantasy story with a twist
She came to the top of the rise
letting go of a mournful sigh.
A glint in the distance caught her eye
thank Goddess some had survived.
She could see them in a small crowd
the grief hanging over like a cloud.
She had slain the goblin king
but it did not feel like a win.
She stood, waiting for a heartbeat
is she ready to take her seat?
As the ruler of her mother’s lands
leader of the mighty northern clans.
The dawn broke to her west
the light catching her armoured chest.
She reached for the hilt at the side
forgetting it was in that goblin’s backside.
She would go back for it later
and lay a curse on any traitor
that might try to steal it away
Goddess knows they would pay.
She started down the bank
a bit of her hope sank.
In front of her blocking the path
a warrior’s corpse strewn on the grass.
She could not take any more loss.
She felt her knees hit the moss
as she let out some of her grief
hoping it would bring some relief.
She stayed there for some time
cursing the sun for daring to shine.
Once she was ready to move
and felt they would approve
she closed the warrior’s eyes
whispering her goodbyes.
Rising to her full height
setting the group in her sights
she set off towards the crowd
would their greeting be loud?
She entered the circle to the left
to a collective intake of breath
Some of them stared in alarm
but her smile was full of charm
“Don’t worry, the blood is mine
such and inconvenient time
as I stabbed the king through the heart
my monthly bleed began to start.”
