This last hour,
this final fight.
The explosions,
wild, uncontrolled.
The snarling growl of the magnificent wolf,
the evil whir of the mechanical Ruler of Darkness...
Inevitable death for one of them.
Restoration,
then ink and the reflector more powerful than them all.
Power Slash, Greensprout, Cherry Bomb,
More techniques of the brush reobtained.
Another form emerges...
The process continues until the demon is apparently defeated.
All the powers sapped again...
The little Poncle, spreading the word.
All the prayers, back to her.
Back to the magnificent Sun.
Then Sunrise, blessed Sunrise...
The heartless demon is burned.
Peace reamerges;
the Sun is back.
In the last hour, it was a victory for good.

Just a little poem, even though I probably should be working on the next chapter of Reflections.