Loneliness takes away the light

In light the lady finds herself
But it doesn't seem right
Why is she crying if she is safe?
Because her friend is trapped in the fight
She told him she wouldn't leave him alone
And she is no liar, she will return for him
For this battle she hasn't won at all
There are still monsters to kill
He was her shield, and she is his sword
So they must battle together to win
Her friend doesn't know how much he is worth
Too much to sacrifice herself to set him free
But he won't let the demons hurt her
And she shall fight till the end of days
This is the fate the two of them share
The both of them will find the bright end

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