Dearest Alessa,

My cunning vixen of bravery
And harbinger of the dark.
Why must evil feel good in the palms
Of Lucifer's hand?
Time's sweet miserable sand
Slips one-by-one through holes of an hourglass.
Should time be encapsulated by a device so small?
Dearest Alessa,
Who am I?
More importantly,
I ask the same about you.
Who are you,
In a mere two days,
Two have swept me away into a new world?
My Hell is not big enough for both.
Please take it from me.
In deepest humbility, ever yours,
Lucifer.