The Heartless
In the darkness,
As though time is standing still.
Dark creatures called the heartless,
Set you against your will.
They come from the door,
That is usually sealed,
Is now re-opened,
And the evil revealed.
The only hope now,
Is the keyblade master,
Cos the world's being
Destroyed faster and faster.
The darkness spreads,
Like rapid fire,
The risk of destruction
Is getting higher and higher
The magic these creatures hold,
Should be feared,
The screams of there victims
Is always heard.
There worse than,
Vampires, ghouls and ghosts
Though the keyblade
Is what they fear the most!
They'll suck out your heart
And leave your soul
To wipe out the worlds
Is there goal.
Now where oh where
Is the keyblade master
For if he were dead
It would be a disaster.
All of this destruction
Is turning me insane
For now I realize
It is just a game!
By Tom Clark