Through the town, the Ingle\'s flame did wane
And with it, the warmth of hearth and home
Its light, a beacon, now flickering and dim
As the imp of the Ingle did shrivel within
Leaving a void of darkness in its wake
The nymph of the Mirror, her beauty so fair
Drowned in the depths of her own reflection
Lost in a world of illusions and deceit
Her spirit, suffocated by her own perfection
A tragic end to her once radiant grace
Die, demon of the Cupboard, your secrets untold
Your whispers of temptation, now silenced and cold
No longer a hiding place for the darkness within
As the spectre of the Stair takes flight and flees
And die, you lean Clock\'s warden, who ticks and tocks
Whispering in my ear, your relentless, haunting voice
With each passing moment, dragging me into despair
But now, your power wanes, as I break free from your hold
For I am the master of my own fate
No longer bound by the demons that haunt
I rise above the shadows that once held me down
And in their demise, I find my own rebirth.
So let the Ingle\'s imp shrivel and fade
Let the nymph of the Mirror find peace in her depths
Let the demon of the Cupboard meet its final fate
And the lean Clock\'s warden, be silenced at last.
For I am the master of my own destiny
And through the town, I walk with newfound strength
No longer held captive by the forces of despair
I am free, I am alive, I am reborn. (\"Destiny\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.