I strike a match,
Creating patches of light on the wall,
As I make my walk down the hall.
I saw a mirror,
My face within,
And shadowed walls.
In this night,
the light is black.
Please, tell me the name of the young girl
whose face I see within the glass.
What destiny she holds,
slaying the monster and delivering
everyone from a cycle of torment.
The stars,
once dark as unlit candles would shine
just as bright as her heart.
And she would save us all
but she would die,
Die of poison from the monsters fangs
And the Valkyrie would carry her on to
the afterlife,
this girl would be immortalised for many
years past
but eventually time will sweep away
from people much like the shadows of
the early morn and
she
will
be
lost
in
the
distance
of
man's
heart.
