XX. Conquered Red

The demon's hands

Reach 'cross the skies.

The beach's sands

Pelt at our eyes.

 

The White Dear laughs

And shields us both.

A spell he crafts,

Then at him jolts.

 

My Darling takes

A step aside.

Of White, he breaks

His palid hide.

 

Teeth burried deep

In Ivory's back,

With blood that seaps 

And turns to black,

 

The Demon growls

And claws his sides

As Lord White howls

Then turns the tides.

 

He calls the cry;

His army follows,

Surrounding Red,

Conquered Red.