Extinguish The Light: Demon of Light poem
Four years since the day I have slain the girl.
Four years since she exterminated my friends.
We all did things that'd make others hurl.
And she won't stop chasing me until our ends.
If only I knew what she was capable of,
Then she wouldn't have been threatened with the shard of glass.
She was at one point as pure as a dove.
She is no longer like the beautiful lass.
After four years, she hasn't gotten me yet.
But I am more than prepared for a fight.
She may be an angel, but I'll make a bet.
As her rival, she will never extinguish my light.
