At the stroke of midnight
The Dark Hour falls
The night sky is stained green
and blood oozes from the walls.
Monsters roam this forsaken hour
Gathering, festering, in the gigantic tower.
Tartarus, as we call it, stretches into the sky
Reaching out, towards the moon's embrace
The reason for its existence, we know not why
But as long as it stands, we'll always be prepared
To fight, to save, to never be scared
of whatever may come from the dark, and the gloom
We'll never back down, not even from our doom
Calling forth our inner selves, we do battle
With the children of mankind's negativity,
The beings known as Shadows
With the cold metal of an Evoker pressed against our head,
we squeeze the trigger, not for self-murder but instead
to summon our power,
then we utter one word:
Persona
Though we may only be students,
and we each have different reasons,
we'll always fight united
staying together through the seasons
Between the end of one day,
and the start of the next,
The twenty-fifth hour:
The Dark Hour rests.
AN: There, my first piece of writing to come up here on FF. It just popped into my head, and I couldn't stop typing. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Also, lot of thanks to HUNK the Gunman and Pure Evil Breed, who helped edit this.