Pen is mightier than the sword!
Then why can't it be used to exorcise the evil?
That is not the end as it seemed,
Single line would never be enough for my poem.
I stretched my arms for your help,
I clamored for your help thrice,
So now then let's imagine the world a little colder tonight,
And let the blue moon sparkle a little bright.
As my dark locks uplift themselves to approach the storm,
I, be the fetching lass bring the norm.
Let's walk together,
Inside the cyan dense wild.
Have you ever tried to get what my heart says?
Have you ever tried to know what I desire?