By Marco Zhao, Contributing Writer


Imagine this,

You are the lord of darkness

Demons surrounding you

Sitting on the grand throne

None dares to challenge

Then, suddenly, up above you

A hole in the ceiling appears

And all chaos turns loose

As you are blinded by the sharp daggers of light

As you slowly recover

You find yourself binded by chains

Tons of heavy metal weighs you down

Your fall from grace

A high king of a realm to a lowly prisoner