D.V

Horrid, physical manifestation of evil, I'll cast you out with my thoughts of righteous upheaval.  
I'll strike you down for hurting my friend.  
 Your twisted figure deforms as it descends from the cryptic womb of death from the sky,
in this I state That you have no power here.  
 Begone from this, my friend and her hollowed mind, you have drained her to a decrepit state in which she is lost.  
 I banish you back to the rotting catacombs of hell from which you have fell from.  
 My dear friend, do not Let this demonic entity seal what you may believe to be fate.  
 I shall guide you to the touch of the grace that the torch of serenity that will light the path back to the surface.  
Let no evil entomb your beauty and rise as a phoenix from the ashes of this depravity