I saw the devil die. He froze with constant fear. I saw his demons cry; They now tend to be shy. Love has rise again. I saw an angel fly. Old satan past away; Good God has conquered all. For to die was just a myth. To live came from within. Mortality was just a game which gave the demons fame. My loved one pastaway her body burned in flames; But stll I hear her name. Oh yes, she played the game. Long live The mystic flame.