By Marco Zhao, Contributing Writer
Imagine
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