Hair as black as night,
Eyes as bright as the stars.
The Dragonslayer,
They called her,
For she had no name.
A master archer
Who could conquer any beast.
But she spent her days knowing
There was one
She could not slay.
It was hideous, grotesque,
And followed her every footstep.
With a broad face
And a deep, taunting voice,
it was a horrid beast
That looked just like her.
It lived in her mind,
And walked in her dreams.
It fed off her fear,
And relished in her doubt.
The beast had a name,
One she wished she could forget.
It was the beast that silenced her
When she needed her voice the most.
A poem about my D&D character Juuseppi Mäkinen. Title and the idea of her being called the Dragonslayer comes from a joke in my group that started after I realised *holy crap, she's killed two dragons, what the heck* and our rogue's player joked about getting her some dragonslayer gear.
I write a lot of poems about her and I should probably start writing for all my other characters but my muse has decided that I shall only write about mute Finnish catgirl for the time being.
(Catgirl is another term for transwomen and some transfemme people)