I sit alone this night, much like the one before,
Melancholy fills me, as I begin to miss her more,
A child, beautiful by any standard, lying dead before my eyes,
My hopes, and prayers, that one night she will, once more, rise.

I wait, and I hope- this child will rise again,
I promised as much, and I cannot take this pain,
I bleed myself into her corpse, nearly breaking to the rage,
For you, my child, I promise an escape from death, your Cage.

What is this I hear? Faintest of heartbeats, and whisper of breath,
Have I done it? Have I truly undone that which is her death?
An eternal child, my daughter, let us leave this place,
And I will protect from harm your eternally youthful face.

Safe, and sound, little one- No harm shall befall you.
I've lost you once, and any more of that, I just cannot do.
Child of mine, let us celebrate on this night.
For death, it seems that he has lost the fight.

A demon's tongue weaves this fantasy into my mind,
I call her demon, for she is not of my kind,
A war I will wage, to end this fiend's delight,
Hope is dead. I know as much, tonight.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Slyphian, in the year 276 MA.