I once walked with the king of death,
underneath the darkened night.
Then beside the starry sky,
he stumbled upon the queen of light.
With one so foul and the other divine,
They learned at once what it was like.
To somehow try to wrong a right.
Then in between the earth was filled,
by a race of man with their own will.
Then so long later, there came today,
an angel was born from Satan’s gates.
His name and I, we share the same,
along with strength and twisted fates.
I will not fail,
I will pray for him.
That he may live beyond dismay,
that he may learn to lose to win,
and see beyond a life of sin.
Though pain is there,
that’s always been,
we might still be able to save our kin.
just look within,
and find the beauty of her sentiment.
For now it is blacker than it’s ever been,
but the sun may someday shine again.
Stay strong regardless and fight beyond death,
then keep on after nothings left.
It’s our only chance,
it’s the final gift,
the beauty inside of a selfless wish.
And then pray for him,
the demon raised in heaven,
and never forget about the king of death.