The monster stood before them,
A black creature of death
Red were his eyes, fire his breath
He stood in the middle,
Like the master of the night
Surrounded by his servants,
All quivering at his sight
Eyes burning, like fires from hell
With one quick motion, one of the number fell
His voice was like a hissing serpent
Words as cold as stone,
If they were directed at you, you stood alone
Orders were given, in a demanding hiss
Those who disobeyed,
Were delivered with a kiss
Creatures, dark as night, would follow his command
Spoken in a deadly hiss and more like a demand
His servants followed him, with hoods drawn high
Their names were unknown as they were struck to die
Only one stood to face him, followed by those true
They believed in what as night,
Not what he said to be,
They were led by the strongest one of the light
He was the one chosen to fight the last fight
His friends followed him,
Not like servants of the night
But as people fighting for all what was pure
He faced the towering monster
All shadows and death surrounded him
He looked into his fiery eyes and took one last breath
The fight was magnificent
The battle between light and dark
The night above sparkled, with the emerald dark mark
Each blow was matched,
By one from the other
One had blood from the savior, the other from his mother
The fight continued and finally
The battle was finished
The victor stood above the monster and watched him diminish
The light shone on, bright as the shining sun
And they all smiled
For the war was won
