She stands alone,
Atop a cliff with only the moon.
She sings a sweet song
Young, though she is, but wise.
She flies across the midnight sky
Looking for her lost love.
Her silky black hair
Flows silently across the night.
Crimson eyes that seem to glow.
Searches for her Demon Lord
She finds him, but with an elf,
She flirts with her love,
A dangerous thing indeed.
She swoops down gracefully,
And kills the elf; she is pleased.
Sitting next to her Lord,
She smiles sweetly and he nods approvingly,
The best thing to do; it was a test.
They love each other, this I |
