The Rise of the Dawn Leads to the Fall of the Night
Day breaks, light shining on a soon active land,
It is now that both must make a stand,
The look in their eyes shows ice in their heart,
The world silences as if waiting for the start,
One moves, the other follows in the deadly dance,
She looks on as if in a trance,
Swords are drawn; sparks fly as they clash,
One swings meeting his mark, the other's blood lands with a splash,
Tears down her face, it can't be true, he would never do it,
The sight claws at her, tearing through her diminishing spirit,
One cut, the other clean, his skin not broken,
Time freezes, a sword flies and now both hold a token,
To her knees she falls, as the cry of laughter is brought to virgin ears,
For them there is no amount of tears,
The swords clash again, shards now fly through the air,
Both throw the ruined weapons with little care,
She looks on with unseen fear,
A disregarded sword is a new spear,
Claws strike dropping one with a fall,
Then a new sight brings tears and an unanswered call.