• He ran through the snow,
    His sword strapped in a sheath,
    he ran.

    Vincent threw off his cape,
    took out his sword in a blink,
    his boots making a slight clink.

    Cristal stood before him,
    Dieing on a sword,
    He raged.

    Vincent stood and felt rage,
    his lover slain,
    he went insane.

    Vincent battled mercilessly,
    slaying all before him,
    before he felt the colt tounge on his back.

    He had been killed,
    Slain and sent to hell,
    as he fell the devil wept.

    Vincent took to the throne,
    the devil slain,
    to rule with his lover.

    Vincent was now the evil,
    forever to torture his enemies forever.