Rainbow in a cup

Two swords have crossed, and the end has come. 

As they battle on the bridge.

The girl in green, and the Vampire King.

He reveals his teeth for the battle.

Sword by sword, blow by blow,

they fight for a night and a day on a crumbling bridge, covered in decaying ivy.

Lightning crackles in the background,

as crows and ravens fly about to watch in the Scotland sky.

A skully fireball gets fired out,

and a torrent of green rain washes it away.

Vengefully, the wind blows the girl off the bridge.

"Victory," screams the Vampire King, peering over.

He watches his enemy plummet and drop.

She falls nearer and nearer to the earth.

And his foul black heart sings inside.

But only three elements have spoken.

The power over plants belongs to her.

The Christmas trees unite to protect their champion,

and she vanishes within their combined branches.

Exactly as she planned it.

She remergenes through the creeping vines and decaying strands of ivy. 

Shaking her finger, she laughs at him.

And he wickedly throws another fireball at her.

With a flick of her wrist, she reflects it right back.

He slices through his own fireball with his sword.

And the battle is on again.

He slashes, and she parries, and the sparks fly in mute testimony to their rage.

He attempts to bite her neck, but is instead scorched by a green icy aura.

"I will have the souls of this nation."

"You shall ne'er 'ave Great Britian, whate'er you try, beast!"

"Then it's with the flowers of evil for you," he laughs!

Shooting out his hand, the deadly vines of the vile garden attack.

"Two can play at that game," she counters, with a counterspell,

Green thistles of goodness arise,

halting the progress of the fleurs du mal. 

Neither now can use earth as a force against the other.

Then she stops her fight, and backs off,

Standing there in the corner in prayer.

"You think that'll save you?  It didn't save your brother,"

and volcanic fire emerges from his cupped hands.

She merely stands there, doing nothing but prayer.

As he hurls his unholy flames right at her.

He fails to see that the thistles have spread out to his feet.

Waiting for the best moment, she grins.

Suddenly, she spins around, and her hand portrudes out.

And the fire deflects to the ground. 

She throws oil, from thin air? onto the ground underneath her,

and the fire and oil, and plants, good and bad, have a merange 'a trois.

The Vampire King blinks, then stops back, and into his flerus du mal.

She throws her sword away, and it quickly takes wing.

It turns into a dragon, which seizes him, and holds him in place.

"You're a fool, Sir.  You do not understand."

Up goes her hands, and up goes the fire,

And despite the slash of his sword on the scales,

the dragon refuses to release his Vampire prey.

She throws green water at the oiled fire, spreading it further.

"What you once did to some girl is now done back on you," she scolds.

"For you don't know precisely against whom you face."

The dragon drags the Vampire King, kicking and screaming, into the fire.

They both know the last thing he'll ever see is her face.

"This whole thing was a game," she says, as the fleur du mal burns,

taking the Vampire King's flesh along as a prize.

"To keep you busy so the British parents could free their captive children."

"You witch," he screams, pointing his sword at her face.

"I curse you forever . . ." but he curses himself.

Her eyes are a mirror, and the Vampire King fries in the flames.

"Those who dare attack me only attack themselves.

Now I reflect your sorcery back against you," she laughs as he expires.

The dragon transforms back into a green sword. 

While the Vampire King's ashes are burnt to the bone, along with the foliage.

"Now become what you were meant, and born, to be."

She transforms the ashes, with a wave of her hand, into a golden chalice.

As she picks up the chalice, something comes over her.

A shock, as if she's just touched the Holy Grail.

And a rainbow breaks out, from the chalice, through the skies of Scotland.

Repealing the thunderstorm, and bringing the dawn.

She's alone on the bridge,

the girl in green, the witch Kylie,

with two swords, and a chalice.

And a dozen men (and one woman), and twenty rescued children below.