The sun arises on the edge of night,
shining its light upon the blackened earth.
Upon two warriors that are as still as
the night.
One adorned with blue and white, with
hair as silver as the moon and eyes as golden as the sun.
Whose heart is pure and kind, armed
with only a sword and shield.
The other dressed in pitch black and
blood red, covered by armor of darkness.
With a heart of ice and eyes the burn
red with greed and hate.
Both lead an army, one of light the
other of darkness.
Who will win this endless fight?
They strike at each other, a clash of
wills and heart.
A fight to the death.
Many fall and many rise, to fight this
battle.
The growing light surrounds the two armies;
the two warriors stop and face each other.
This the end, who will win?
The warrior in blue and white, the
warrior of light.
The warrior in black and red, the
warrior of darkness.
One is surrounded by darkness, ready to
strike.
The other whose sword starts to glow
with the light of the sun.
Darkness starts to run to attack, but the
other is still waiting.
As the sun comes above the horizon, light
starts to surround the warrior of light.
And attacks the darkness that comes;
light and darkness clash!
Everyone is still, waiting.
No one can see them, where are they?
Everything is bright.
Who won? What will happen next?
After the light disperses.
The warrior of light as won. It has
ended.
Now the earth is green again, as life continues
on.
But the warrior of light has disappeared,
to where no one will know.
Until darkness comes.
Until the golden sun arises once again…
