The Death of a Slayer

I was never afraid of dying before,
until I became a Slayer.
I've died twice already,
but was also revived.
But I'll die again,
and there'll be no one to revive me.
There is nothing left to bring me back,
and soon I'll fade away.
Just like all of the other Slayers before me.
No one will remember who I was,
no one will remember what I did for them.
A new Slayer will come and take my place,
after I die.
After all,
isn't that what a Slayer's purpose in life is?