The light will eventually fade once more,
As the darkness creeps in from under the door.
Evil will once again plague the land with pain,
And the people will give into their vast shame.
The shadow will devour the land and destroy the light,
Then the battle will begin; the start of the final fight.
The resurrection of evil that was once among men,
It will be their destruction because they couldn't stop it then.
The Gods have forsaken the people of the land,
And the Hero has not yet risen to take a stand.
Faith and hope diminish as does the light in their hearts,
This is the end of all things and this is just the start.
The resurrection of evil that almost destroyed them once before,
Has broken free slipping through the crack from under the door.
The people pray for a saviour to come and save them all,
But they are not answered and soon the land will fall.
Suddenly all of it is gone without a trace of all the death,
But the story of the legend lingers on the winds cool breath.
The darkness has gone, but so has the light.
So who was the victor of the final fight?
Maybe it hasn't been decided as of yet,
And the winner could be anyone's bet...
