Poetry

When four years pass,
You'll come back,
As some new horror is about to attack.

In the abyss that isn't to far,
Though as black as tar,
I know you can see,
My dear Gracie,

You must find,
What you know is mine,
Glistening as a golden ray hits,
Surrounded by diamond bits.

Just a slightest touch,
Or a clutch,
It'll bring you here,
Without a gear.

And with a twist,
You'll be with the only one I have kissed.
 
This is my promise,
To the three,
Who have saved me.