Ok I dont entirely know whatI was thinking whenI wrote this but it might have something to do with the fact that it was 3 o'clock in the morning. Please be nice becauseI have never published poetry before.
So Mote it Be
And so it was on that fateful night
Those two deadly enemies met to fight.
Face to face they stood
Each ready to meet their plight
Asked he
Why me? to do what any other surely could
Thy enemy art thee
Thou art thine as thy art thou
So mote it be?
questioned he
So mote it be!
Cried he
Light to dark as dark to light
Opposites are they
Clashed metal on metal
Sword on sword
For one end there could only be
On one knee fell he
Almost done the fight
Is this it?
Do I hear the final bell?
For me it is done
The fight is won
The end has come
Fear not the final hour,
Nor the close of day,
March boldly into night,
with hope to keep the dark at bay
Love with all your heart
Fight for right
Let it be told
So mote it be times three.
Thank you to my Beta KCEstel for reading this and checking my spellings.(everyone knowsI kneed it.)