One day, 

When the seasons drew near to a close, 

And the light began to fade, 

Having never confessed nor atoned for her sins,

After she had let all the monster into her, 

And wasted her days on empty make believe, 

Trading pretense for nourishment of her soul, 

A last ray of light would come to her, 

One last beam of sunshine, 

And she would realize that everything he had said to her had been right, 

That she had given herself to the meaningless, 

To the degenerate, to the using and cruel, 

And she had forgone true love for vanity. 

She would realize that her world had made her dark, 

And that it was she, not he, who had spent her time a monster.

And it would be too late, as a brimstone smell entered her mind, 

And flickers of flames reached out to her.