With three of the Boy’s Seven behind bars,
The Lost One was in euphoria and seeing stars.
His soldiers of fortune allowed him the advantage
to take the fight to Light even better than he planned
and proceeded to organize a blitz on the remains
of the Hopeful Children. He told Robin to stay
play jailer to the captured swans shacked in a cell
comprised of a dilapidated store on the corner of a hell
better known as the district that time forgot by the old
who lived their whole life in a town that’s now sold
out its community to the will of the Anti-Matter
and his Deadly Seven. Robin watched on at his prey
in frustration of a life born into addiction and rape.
Forcing tears away at the memory of a sister
who was raped and used drugs to cover blisters
of emotional abandon and stunted self-esteem,
Robin wondered what kind of force denies the dream
of a young woman by way of brutality and curse her
to walk among those who violation will never occur
and see their untainted smiles and relative bliss.
With this thought, he wanted nothing more to piss
in the faces of the children of the Dying Light
and release the disease of tragedy and blight
the world with his sister’s existence tenfold.
For him that is justice in its ultimate mold.
Domingo, Patricia and James could only guess
at what was in Robin’s eyes but knew the rest
of their comrades would come, but it would be nice,
if the rescue could come before they paid a price…
But as just as Robin was about to relive himself,
he heard his fellow demon Lawanda give out a yelp.
He rushed from his duty to see what’s the commotion,
unable to realize the Boy had just put his plan in motion…