When I was little, I did not know he existed,
The demon of my dreams, the saviour of cities,
But hoped someone out there would take me away, away from the friends who didn’t care about leaving me out on my birthday,
The friends that were always there, but not always there.
I needed someone to fly me away from it all, then he comes,
Comes out of no – where, just jumped from city to city to find me, crying on floor, screeching
About who – knows – what.
He picks me up in his strong arms and carries me away, above the friends on the trampoline and away from my 7th birthday party.
His ripped clothes reveal a mark on his shoulder it glows in the sun, his sin.
Sir Meliodas…?
I really liked the second line