Where art thou
Thy wandering soul,
Thy lonely path,
Thy empty whole?
Where art thou
That which cannot be seen?
Thy sneaky, thy evil,
Thy cruel and thy mean?
O! I know where thee rest;
In the darkness- afraid.
Avoiding the words
Which indeed, ought be say'd.
Dweller of
The demented laughter,
Thee who ruins
Happily ever after!
I demand thee withdraw thine claim
On a world so filled with joy!
I take an oath- a feverant vow-
To destroy your "Moste Evile" ploy!
I do, indeed, most solemnly swear
That henceforth from this day;
I shall work to vanquish the evil in you!
Even if it takes my own life in pay.
For indeed, thou art not evil.
And I should most like to save
Thee from thy grief, thy wrath, thy hate, and thy pain.
So pray, dear God, do make me brave.
For I could fend off
A thousand men-
If only I could make thee
My friend again.
That knife thee put
Into my back
Was dull and blunt
And the bleakest black.
However, that blade, it shone!
Indeed, the night sky came alive!
Giving me the hope, that perhaps one day...
We shall meet again, you and I.
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