• You can't have the child,
    He's not meant for you,
    I'll hide him special,
    Deep within a secret place.

    You can look for as long as you like,
    And your evil will dare not touch him,
    The boy is blessed with this gift,
    He will fight your eternal night,
    With his light.

    And in spite,
    Of all the wickedness you put him through,
    He is a warrior, just as I am,
    And you'll never rob that from me.

    The twisted, the tainted,
    The darkness and magic and monsters,
    Are no match for the will of a lion,
    Who can fight you as two,
    Shred you in two,
    And tear right through.

    These are only metaphors,
    To hide the shamefulness of you,
    Of your vile, disgusting, hate filled ways,
    And so I must stand and fight.

    None will ever be allowed to harm what is mine,
    You shall suffer insufferably for your actions,
    Even the demons shriek your very nameless names,
    In truth you should be ashamed,
    The very thought of tearing a life away,
    From the one who gave it life,
    You are nothing but dust in the web.