Give me strength to do your will
Upon the sight of willow's creek

A fallen leaf with silver color
There sits a demon's crow

Waiting for the aim of my bow
A fool's quest this is to do a deed

Blind on a new moon's sleep
Atop the creature's head

Horns sharp as thorns
Claws deadly curve

With a single slit comes death
It seems to never sleep

Closer I get with my dagger drawn
I step to the monster

Silent as the cold's whisper
The rumble of a roar startles me

I look up to see my target
And see my face reflected in its eyes

My weapon slips, my arms stiff
Its eyes blinks, the color aglow

Familiar in every way, the creature is
The demon at rest, inside every corner of my head