When darkness falls upon the earth,
And life is killed in shroud.
One voice would rise above them all
And calm the raging crowd.
He would speak such words of kindness
When sadness filled the air,
He would move compassion in others,
And come to lift despair.
When Armageddon rears its head,
And blows the world away,
He knew where it was he stood,
Amongst the burning hay.
He was not trained in combat,
Nor any skills of war,
Just the son of a lonely farmer,
But would be not anymore.
He fought with naught in skill,
But with bravery unmatched,
And threw himself into the fray,
At the darkness he hacked.
He would win his way with courage,
Or die that day with pride,
He fought the evil brought so hard,
He changed the raging tides.
When at last his strength did fail him,
And darkness led him to the slaughter,
Many would replace him,
And fight for their wives and daughters.
Every day thereafter,
When they beat the terror back,
The children would know laughter,
And the people would know tact.
It was in them darkness grew,
Festering and bled,
Thriving in their miseryies,
And growing in their head.
The people knew no justice,
And slowly darkness swelled,
Feeding from temptations,
That sent so many men to hell.
'Till at last the dark was stronger,
Than in those it reflected threat,
And forged itself an army,
That forged weapons in its sweat.
The dark masses toiled for many years,
With patience unrelenting,
But planning was to no avail,
For there was in one the light fermenting.
And when the darkness veiled the earth,
When life was killed in shrouds,
The one man fought it off,
And his actions stirred the crowds.
