Devil Dies, Glory Resides!

Beside the lakeside, under the misty clouds little birds and ponies going over and around, creating their way along the sunshine, along the tulip and periwinkle in the shrine. All around the green lawns, above the horizon, the bounded bricks towering high, alluring more glory to the sky. Behind the hill, in the sounds of krill there is a beauty filled. Indeed, in the brightest shines there are deepest scars. There lived a lonely queen with secrets twined. With every angel on the side,a devil resides, a devil of anger, a devil of rage, an only devil of the cage. Owing her power over to her flaws in all spooky hours. Behind the purpose of trying to capture and kill the beauty there resides a beast's will. In the locked room of the tower, the room to which even the young queen is unknown, the tiny door leading to the unknown path, Where? No one knows. Behind the stairs there is a tiny door which owns all the questions bestowed.

It was a usual day the lonely Queen was melace and calm yet inside her there was a will to meet the world, but she was bounded by the bricks of the wall and the main door which never open its way. She was there since she was a child with a crown on a head with said "The Queen of Palestine" and a letter with said,

"Dear queen,

We are leaving you, you're with our extreme grief and sorrow but for a better tomorrow, the world which is now is full of blood and cheat. You are left here, for a reason, which soon will unfold, until then enjoy your majestic dome, you have what you need but once you are seventeen, you will have a power to freeze anyone anything who then will worship you until the grave choses them, you would own the power of cradle and the grave, but this power is applicable to all except.... The unknown of all the one behind the hall. Your majesty."

The queen was a make lady with beauty from head to heel. She wonders all the long, about the day she will turn seventeen. Inside, the tower there was a dusty clock which now even over the years did not come to stop. One morning it started drinking and the queen notioned that she turned seventeen. Without bothering much, she went to the bird playing round and round over the lilies around. She took it over and realised it was frozen as an ice. She held her hands to herself, and now was sure, she has the power to abide by. She went towards the only portrait in the house whom she involved as 'The Angel of her dawn'. She began to pray,

"O', you the power, the Angel of my dawn,

The letter said the day I will be seventeen I will be gifted with the power, I get an intuition, this day has come, by the tring- tring of the clock, help me the use of this magic to free myself from this cage"

No sooner did the words left her mouth, than the stairs started shaking and a stone came into the house, a red-flaming stone, which she took as a sign and began to follow. It took her to a tiny, unknown door, which she discovered and broke the lash, the 5 of limd out and the maze followed. The maize fire in which she was lost and just screaming, "Who is doing all this? May I know"

Fear went down her spine, creepy voices begin to arise, it looks like the place of magma where a devil, a beast resides. She had never come across the real devil but knew that they do exist from the only book, "The Devil's Stare "in her lonely household. Word followed her while the ice and the ground and the stones warned her "Not step further". They told her about their King, their beast whom they would worship until they cease. The reveal to her that the beast was insert of the Queen of Palestine, who is blood and found of flash would make him the ruler of good world. He wants to rule, wants to devour the good and make the world do bad, do thrift and cheat and be full of deceit. He wants to rule over he wants to have the blood and pound of flesh of Queen of Palestine, to whom he searches all over the corners of the world except the locked doors of the tower above.

The mystery jittered the questions arousing, The Queen decided to fight this devil, 'The Devart Bervan'. She went through the tunnel of fires maze, she saw the devil, doing thrift and devouring the servant of Good and the innocent bird of Queen of Palestine.

She lifted the flame of fire,

Filled it with a magic of satire,

And soon,

When the magical words of power left her mouth,

The place was frozen, all over, from North to South,

There was a clash of fire and ice,

And a sudden attack of flamy flies,

The devil to kids disguises of eight hands,

And the tunnel into a deadly fiend,

The Queen give life to the messenger and the bird,

who was made dead by the forbe,

Restoring her strengthen power unfettered,

The words of the Angel left her cry,

And soon,

The magma was frozen,

The core was with the misty ice,

Her power abides,

The devil betides,

And her glory, her power,

Was all that abides.

In an overall, it's all the strength, all the glory, and all the good which never leaves. The world is now under the good, under the glory as in the end, The Devil dies, The Glory Resides!