A Tribute to Demyx
Number Nine is his protocol
The Melodious Nocturne
A reluctant fight tries to back away
From the battle he must endure
No matter what they say
A giant blue sitar is his weapon
Controlling water as he plays pouring
His heart and soul into the music
It is what he lives for, his passion
Walking with swinging arms, he's back in black
His dirty blond mullhawk blowing in the slight breeze
Big green eyes shine as the music plays
A dazzling smirk flashes across his ivory face
As he screams, "Dance, water, dance!"
We first met him in the Underworld at Olympus Coliseum
Carefully surveying the landscape
He had something we needed, and we fought
His water clones for it
We beat the time limit and he vanished into a portal
Back in Hollow Bastion
He did a little step back
And called us 'traitor'
Now a much tougher opponent
Fighting him as well as his clones
A forgotten singer he portrays as we hit him
Took us two times to finally defeat him
Now he's gone for good with a sadly pathetic whine
It's a bit of a shame
To lose someone that cute
Who would join your side if you said you had cookies.