But, atlas, I manage to flee.
He tries to grab hold,
But I am courageous; for I am bold.
Sweet words escape his lips,
From which I feel chastity slip.
I am relentless though,
And my inner Light resumes it’s glow.
He attempts to allure me gently
And when he fails, he’ll try to intently.
But I proclaim that, while strength may fleeting,
My Light will never be depleting.