Demise of the Shadow

The shadow of evil moves silently across the land;
Nature and the animals cower, run and hide.
The beautiful rose wilts losing its beauty in an instant,
And darkness slowly tightens its grip on the light.
Filling the land with its pain and fright.

The beckoning dormant ember awakens in his soul,
And his quest once again begins, bearing sword and shield.
He is the only hope for the salvation of the land;
His grace and his passion mimic in his blade,
With it he shall destroy what evil has made.

The dark will verse the light with no remorse,
As the Angels and the Demons fight for supremacy,
They will be not the final desision in the World's destiny.
The hero's caressing touch of the blade will slice through his foes.
He is the final stand for the world yet his parents he shall never know.

His life... Mystery and density rolled into one,
He is the hero of time, he is the chosen one.