My friend,
Lost on the sea of life,
Drifting with the tide.
The current pulling her this way and that-
Now showing her alien Gods,
The druids chanting her name so loud,
That she doesn't hear me whispering in her ear-
Doesn't feel me trying to pull her away,
Can't feel me tugging on her sleeve,
And yet I cringe,
When she finally turns to look at me,
For I see the demon in her eyes,
The thing she calls her god,
Staring at me with such makevolent hate,
That I am forced to smile back into her eyes...
And whisper the words only her God can hear:
"You don't scare me demon god,
I've dealth with your kind before...
You may think that you have won her soul,
But the day is far from done,
And I have a trick or two up my sleeve."

This hated creature hisses and claws at my face,
But I am too quick for this thing
That hides inside my friend.
I grab its face and force her to look into my eyes,
To show it that I am not afraid...
And I hiss right back-
Revealing a truth she does not want to hear,
But I tell her anyway-
"Remember God-thing-creature,
When you stop believing in them,
Gods die quite easily-
And then,
I'll have my friend back with me,
Again..."