I strike a match,
Creating patches of light on the wall,
As I make my walk down the hall.
   I saw a mirror,
        My face within,
        And shadowed walls.
    In this night,
      the light is black.
Please, tell me the name of the young girl 
     whose face I see within the glass.
     What destiny she holds,
      slaying the monster and delivering  
         everyone from a cycle of torment.
    The stars,
once dark as unlit candles would shine  
       just as bright as her heart.
     And she would save us all
          but she would die,
   Die of poison from the monsters fangs
      And the Valkyrie would carry her on to
          the afterlife,
   this girl would be immortalised for many
         years past
     but eventually time will sweep away 
        from people much like the shadows of 
     the early morn and
she
will
       be
         lost
               in
                  the
                  distance
                         of
                            man's
                                 heart.