When lightning strikes upon the hour twelve
When lightning strikes upon the hour twelve
The evil within reveals itself
And though against the darknest some fight
Noone can overcome the eternal night
Till one brave heart got trapped in between
One half kind and generous the other quite mean
It was a struggle for the soul itself
That night upon the hour twelve.
There were others involved in this battle
But none of them did even matter
They didn't care for that one soul
For they fought one half that completed the whole.
And that half fought for it's survival
Already had a plan upon the foe's arrival
The battle was haunted by spirits and ghouls
The winner and loser both will be fools
For the shadows in that fight
Drained the energy of their light
Although they fought for a bigger plan
They never will be the same again.
The end
A/N: A simple poem from me to you, I'm still having trouble with English, it is not my mother tongue. But I'm getting better, my university books are also written in English. I'm looking for a beta, but since I'm quite busy with school at the moment I won't be able to write much.