The Battle
He walks alone into the night
Far away from friendly eyes
A quest he's on he must not fail
Fore if he does the dark will prevail
He must confront the evil force
Fore neither can live while the other survives
The screams of pain and anguish fill
The chilly October air
Two figures rise in the mist
One glows of gold one glows of green
The end of the journey is here
Tonight they fight for the last time
Lightning flashes in the distance
Illuminating the dreary night
Fast they move unable to lose
The light and dark watch with wide eyes
Incapable to look away from this startling sight
As it goes into the night
One pulls a sword from beneath his robes
Its rubies glow like coals of fire
Ready to be used once again
The other man unsheathes a wicked sword
Its green emeralds shine like snakes eyes
The sound of metal clashing against each other Echoes all around them
One sword finds its mark
Yet both men fall to the ground
Neither moving as it begins to rain
A prophecy has been fulfilled
The light has won but not with out loss
They mourn for the man who sacrifice everything
To become free
They mourn for the man who was the Boy who lived.