Lina Lofthorn
A tale sworn
Granddaughter of the devil
Lived in Peril
Until her sixteenth birthday
In the dead of night she bore
Two things to settle the score
A cursed leather jacket
And a broadsword causing racket
Feared throughout both worlds
The name of Lofthorn sings
Through all of the hoards
The family of destruction rings
Her jacket held flames
Making their claims
To destroy those it touched
Sending the demons it clutched
Back to the hell they belong
Her weapon; a sword
Which she held without accord
A stab through the heart
Pulls them apart
Sends them to hell
In all of their insanity
While she wishes them well
For her grandfather is not known for his humanity
Thrust into a world
Around her swirled
She does not belong
Amongst the wrong
Won’t ask for permission
At the end of the night
There’s no need to fright
The demons are gone
Thanks to the devil’s spawn
She takes her sword
And wipes it clean
Thanking the lord
For she is just a teen
Don’t deny her future
For she is the suture
Between ‘verses
She coerces
And is feared among the dead
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