MARCIEGAMBETTA

The Chap, he's small

Don't need nothin' at all

Countenance of alabaster

Masking wicked demeanor

Corruption and sin, afterwhile

Have made him vile

Hers, stygian skin

Glowing, glory within

Above reproach her bearing is

Pure unflinching, righteousness

Morn, noon, and night

Maligning her, advancing his might

Evil inside

He tries to hide

Though, his mother knows

She wishes she could show

Only love, to her child

Her temperment mild

It matters not

Nefarious, The Chap cast his lot

Wishing to devour

Upon her purity, he'll glower

Raging, hungering

Causing destruction and wanting

To ravage good, his goal

Consumer, pillager of souls

Skeletal trees through moonlight shines

The Chap attempts to triumph over time

Crossing dimensions, time, and space

To The Chap it is a race

Destruction and chaos will reign

But he is not the main

A tool, instead, for evil supreme

She can correct the wicked theme

Standing true with justice

A proud warrior

He cannot have Her

The Chap knows this

And so, is afraid

Though, The Chap she has made

She will fight for good

To all, this must be understood

Son, or not, evil cannot prevail

She is strong, She will not fail

He hunts her like prey

In wait he will lay

She seeks him, in spite of death

Close enough to feel his breath

For both, failure would cost

On either side, all could be lost

Too quick to think! He's upon her

Unleashing his fury, his power

Fangs sink in, he doesn't know

In him, she has struck a mortal blow

For all of us,

Victorious