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The Dark Lord dressed as a bridegroom

Rushes upon them

and flies with the girl in his clutches

To his dark inferno.

The unwilling bride waits in chains,

For delivery by her two protectors.

Arriving there like a cascade of water,

The monk in his holy magic

and the knight in his enraged heart

Fall upon the evil dead unlikely odds are theirs.

Buddha hovering, the dark lord is vanquished,

Hurled hurlingly from his cage of hell.

The three companions blessed

with flight from this evil dark site

Escaping back from the inn.

Dawn is near, sorrow's friend,

The ghost girlish ashes must be lain under earth quickly

To release her anguished soul free to find,

To awaken in, a newborn' skin.

Untouching yet, never closer,

the lovers exchange vows for eternity.

The waif disintegrates into

the perfumed caressed air before his stunned embrace

Returning to its box of ashes and the promise of a new life.