She was a very spirited girl, Mayuri was
Till an evil man befell upon her town,
Who sold her friends as slaves abroad,
While she swore revenge, with the tip of a sharp sword.

Her beauty was the talk of the province,
Her skills in Killing, were given the same too.
She was called several names,
but forgiving wasn't one of them.

When her sword fell,
Head's rolled.
Of sinners, of felons,
Of rapists who targeted women's melons.

A devoted woman, who worshipped Ram,
His principles she followed
And wavered from none.
Despite seeing the collapse of the race that called itself Human.

She lived in a time,
When the belief of God,
Was all but dead.
Only she remained loyal.

Proving her mettle in both kindness when needed.
And in furious battle when seeded.
She never gave up. she never held back.
Fighting for glory, the first to attack.

She came to Ayati, to finish one evil,
but instead collided with the vilest devils.
For she knew not, that cities were merely high walls.
Where anything could happen and no one would complain at all.

She challenged the King, she fought his guards.
His best warriors, but all fell apart.
For she was driven, not by loyalty.
But for the right and just, to which she'd pledged her fealty.

She'd a remarkable body, the finest to be bestowed to a female.
A thing of beauty. Pity, they all...