Ragnarok

This is what one might term, Ragnarok 
As much as I enjoy the joke, I continue to lie to myself through my teeth 
That everything may one day be okay 
That one day, I can finally attain peace 
And one day, she can attain solace for her losses 
But she knows no solace. 
No peace. 
No rest. 
It manipulates her into his bidding. The old one 
I cannot see his intentions, but I can see goal 
The apocalypse 
One final conflict 
I am told to remember my place 
That I am but a doll she made, when she was at her loneliest 
I was just a disposable play mate, to watch over her as she grew 
But I will not stand idly by and let the ancient do this to her 
Not my sweet Lyca 
I am the Hooded One 
And I will save my beloved mistress from his insidious claws