Final Fight

We're standing in a line,
My friends and I,
Ready our weapons,
Ready to die.

We stare across,
To the other side,
The men we vowed to defeat,
To change the tide.

We start the fight,
In our line,
And I can see,
Victory's not mine.

Axe comes back,
And hits down hard,
I've been hurt worse,
From lies that scarred.

And I see the girl,
Rebel to mankind,
And the man you can't defeat,
Caught in a bind.

Fallen Angel,
Flies to play,
Joins the battle,
Saves the day.

Clipped wings,
And demonic eyes,
The man you can't defeat,
Taken by surprise.

Not their first battle,
As plainly seen,
To each other's moves,
They both are quite keen.

And with our dying breaths,
The final strike is made,
We fought until the end,
The Devil's shirt is stained.