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