Lucia
Wearing only weapons sharpened by the light
Her hair flaming in the color of alizarin sight
A strike by midnight she learns to hear
Knowing others less fortunate would fear
O' lord have mercy upon their souls
As she comes by the alleys and toils
Speaking in foreign tongues she understands
Only she can spread her wings on that stand
White and ever free, caressing in the debris
Her technique and skill are never for free
But so she meets the hunter at his place
Expecting more than just a man misplaced
A seeker, a demon she learns by name
Sparda in the condition of the white haired
And he has got them all running scared
Running to and fro, no more monsters to forgo
O'lord have mercy on their everlasting souls
Like snakes in the throngs of their coils
Liberating her sharp tools and ready to go
She catches the hunter at his pace
Again, they meet in order to replace
Of irony and danger
Of sweet promised sorrows
But never a stranger
This time she wants to borrow
The devil's own
The man disowned
O' yes, call upon your lord and have mercy
Lucia comes from the sky
Lucia takes no form of lies
Stabbing into the ground
Spikes and wicked sharp
They couldn't begin to frown
They'll be no sound of a harp
In the heavens that she came
O' lord have mercy,
She has a name
And they crowned her Saint,
St. Lucia,
A warrior woman without taint
Finis
