Eyes open to its lifelessness,
Nothing seen but its bleak nothingness
Laughter is heard echoing through the channels Of the Darkness, ripping and twining as its spares none Its claws dig into the light, tearing it bit by bit,
Light says nothing in response, knowing this day was to come,
Sparks fly high as it comes almost to the end, Darkness has almost Won against the light, or so thought...Beats in the wind,
Warriors of the Light have come, there shining gold armor weightless To them, spears to hand, they fight back the Darkness, yet,
Darkness does not flee back, its gaping fanged moth opens, staring at them,
It blathers some language not known to them, its laughter ringing over there ears Its clawed hands spread, wide and grips a warrior, looking over it.
'Pitiful you do not fight for me..' he grinned, looking the warrior over again,
The warrior watched the Darkness, curious "And if I did what would thy do?' he asked The Darkness looked back, 'Thy would have the highest of thrones in everyway..'
he grin wide once more, the warrior put this to thought, shaking his head, he agree to help the Darkness, when the Darkness had taken care of the other warriors,
Darkness gave the warrior his sword; able to kill the Darkness if ever,
Darkness trusted the warrior would not,
But, when Darkness guard was down, he struck, blow for blow, they fought,
Everything striking and noise reverberating around, one last blow to one another,
The warrior smiled, the Darkness had been defeated, on the ground, however, seconds before The warrior gasped, looking down to the shadowy claws, "I-I..." he whispered.
Darkness laughed. "I'am not killed so easily.."
Claw out, he left the warrior to die, back to Light, he laughed. "I will leave you one last day,
He howled and went off, Light that day, died and not lived another day.