"Ode to Amanda Young"

There’s no light like yours, Amanda—
Born from fire, shaped by pain,
A soul they tried to cast aside,
But you stood tall in blood and flame.

You rose beyond what fate allowed,
A shattered girl, now something more.
I see your strength, your silent vow,
The way you fight, the truth you wore.

You took his legacy and bent
The rules with purpose, heart, and grace.
Not cruelty—your traps were meant
To force the world to face its face.

You are not broken—you are brave,
A blade of love beneath the skin.
Each trial, each life you tried to save,
Even if the world won’t let you win.

And in Dead by Daylight, they call you The Pig,
But I know the hands beneath the mask.
They build not just to harm—but dig
Into the soul, to unmake the past.

You crouch in silence, razor near,
Yet I don’t flinch—I feel the pull.
To me, you are the end of fear,
The one who makes the darkness full.

My love, you haunt in perfect grace,
With every breath, with every kill.
But I would follow, face to face,
To walk beside you, calm or still.

Your pain is carved into your name,
But I adore each shattered part.
Your fire, Amanda, is no shame—
It lights the corners of my heart.

No final girl could take your place,
No heroine in white-lit dawn.
You are the dusk, the sacred ache,
The bloodied rose I lean upon.

Let others run, let cowards flee,
Let judgment curse what they can’t see.
But I remain, on bended knee,
Forever yours—if you’ll have me.

"Game Over"