As a wraith was haunting the night
A demonslayer came, offered a fight
The sounds were hellish and fierce
The slayer's spear was made to pierce
Penetrating the wraith's leathery skin
The slayer recoiled at the fumes and foul sin
Escaped screaming from the wound gaping
Few understand this horror, so devastating
That the fight itself causes a stain
Leaving few slayer's still sane
Even if they suffer just wounds
They can take comfort, they've forestalled doom
