Compelling of Its Downfall.

I wish I was saved by a stallion with a crown formed out of praises
And encrusted with emeralds of faith from this paranormal devil
Flawless in even his shadow and deformity; patiently waiting, I am.

How I wish I was not a deceived fool like every contender of this theatre

I bid every great tale-told tragedy of lovers of love did not have a tragic hero

but i lust for the destruction of victory...
and the downfall of heroism.