The devil grinned, "I must have her."
His red eyes were slits of apprehension,
The child, unabashed, bold, tethered,
Spoke amidst intrepid stammer,
"You- you- can never break her."

The devil was a little taken.
Not used to defiance, his eyes sparkled,
"See here child, your mother is now mine.
Beware- and dare you not cross the line.
Her sins that have murdered nine,
Bring her soul to my premise,
Defence has never justified
Murder and crime."

The child smiled at the devil's prime,
For he knew that in his mother's time
She would laugh, battle and cry,
Making sure that she served what was right.
Fear had only ever braved her
The world, for her, was always a little weaker,
The army strengthened her devotion.
Gruesome pain and mental torture
Strengthened her soul but weakened her shoulders.
"Together," she said, "We must never falter.
Courage will always win against ruthless thunder."

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