As she crys in agony, waiting for the smallest glimpse of light in room with no windows, I pray she knows that she is loved.
As the pain of the world is greater than anything imaginable, and the Beast comes in for his final blow, I see her use her last breath to bless those around her, and I just pray she knows that she is loved.
As the final note is played, the people rush home, and her heart is left waiting for an encore, more empty then the vast concert hall, I just pray she knows that she is loved.
 
I stand  on the other side of the door, of the room with no windows,  frantically trying to unlock it. To hear the cry breaks my heart because I love her so.
I turn to the screams in the woods, running with everything I have, "if only I can **** the Beast!", I say, because I love her so.
Out of the woods I run. I hope it's not too late to srike up the band. This concert will be perfect. Composed of the most Heavenly instruments and accompanied by the most Angelic of choirs. Nothing less will do, because I love her so.