\"Who are you?\" said her,
In a voice soft and frail.
\"Death of the light incarnate!\" it bellowed,
Echoing an empowered wail.
She looked upon what most would shun,
Curiosity had afflicted delight.
In dread\'s cold stare she did not flee,
And instead embraced her fright.
The girl approached such a horrid thing,
To sweetly caress a horn.
That burned in fiery rage,
And the lament of a morbid scorn.
Her hands were never charred,
Eyes they did not wince.
The girl who would tame a demon,
Through reliance had been convinced.