I can not see that light,
Brought forth from the heavens.
This, my greatest plight,
Such as lucky sevens.

With stern and hollow voice,
This red haze commands me.
"You got but one choice,
Soon you will surely see."

One demon in my head,
Lost to the world of grace.
Come forth from the haze red.
Oh mighty demon face.

Is his presence noble?
He gave me that smirk.
Power known global,
Surely you seen his work.

The Middle East, his art
World Wars, his pride and joy.
Few try to outsmart,
For all lose to the ploy.

Fangs, like needles, pierce
Through thin flesh does bleed.
Demons will make me fierce,
Alone in times of need.

Claws carve away the skin,
For the final master change.
I can not fight and win,
My power is not in range.

Locked away by it,
The same cage that confined.
Only seen by a slit,
Controlling my mind.

How could I lose it all?
Oh how the mighty fall.