Zoey Samaromen The Doomed Avenger

In the land of Arkham, a woman named Zoey, Once a police officer, now her heart is lonely, Witnessed a crime that shook her to the core, And haunted her soul forevermore.

She sought refuge in a monastery of peace, To find solace in God's love and release, From the demons that tormented her mind, But alas, she could not leave them behind.

Her heart was overprotective and filled with sorrow, Her fears turned to rage that she couldn't swallow, Her past weighed heavily on her every move, And her heart was shattered and unable to prove.

Her strength lay in her weapons of war, The cross, the book, and the sledgehammers she bore, Her boxing gloves and Thompson 45, Grandpa's old weapon, that kept her alive.

Her curse, "Smite the Wicked," hung over her head, And "Doomed" was the fate that she knew lay ahead, But she remained brave, despite the looming end, For she knew her love for Grete would help her transcend.

Her dogs, Graspo and Tavul, were her faithful friends, And her love for Grete, she would never pretend, Together they would start a new family, Free from the demons that haunted her tragically.

The Runic Axe, the killer's weapon, was her bane, It haunted her dreams, driving her insane, But she fought on, determined to find her peace, And her love for Grete, her ultimate release.

Zoey's heart may have been broken, her spirit shattered, But her will to fight on was all that mattered, And in the end, she found her redemption, A love that conquered all, and her soul's liberation.