Dephinately

The Villain Our villain stood, In his chamber door, Looking over his prize, There upon the floor. Her green eyes hidden, Behind lids of ivory, Her arms and legs, Bound together tightly. The mission now passed, Had not been too simple, "Take her back," they told him, And free her from a devil. His back had been burned, And his feet were sore, He knew that that devil, Would soon even the score. Three hours had passed, And no sign of the beast. "Was it this easy?" thought he, "Would this be the least?". 'Twas not to be, As fate would have it. The devil was closing fast, He was breaking his habit. Our villain stood there,