⚔️Serberia

— The main thing is that it sounds good.

— In that case, I'll try to come up with something, — the girl nodded and moved deeper into Matthias's dwelling, stepping over crumpled scraps of paper and indecent magazines scattered everywhere. The creative process took Calentia quite a while, during which she crossed out some lines, put aside unsuccessful drafts, which she would later pick up again and compare with new ones. Poetry turned out to be a rather difficult task, but in the end, the Argalian managed to cobble together something that vaguely resembled a poem. About as much as golems or dendroids resembled humans. At least, that's what the girl thought. — Prepare for the worst, — Calentia exhaled, handing Matthias a piece of paper with her creation.

"A demon hides — a devil is frightened,
It feels the fiery gaze.
Shamefully it runs, covering itself, the scoundrel,
Hiding its shameful disgrace.

It steps to the left — and there is a pillar of light,
To the right — golden seas.
It doesn't even know where to run,
The ghoul is completely cornered.

The smell of flowers fills its nostrils,
The monster only wrinkles its nose.
And a voice is heard — so many gentle words,
And its legs give way.

But now, before the devil, She appears,
And it only retreats.
Beautiful, bright, like a star,
Only the unholy is not happy about it.

Embraces close in — the devil emits a squeal,
It trembles, shrinks, puffs.
But soon it burns and crumbles down,
Even it was loved — even if only for a moment."

Lord, how I hate poetry. And why did I even take on this quest?