Darkness

A path of blood began to flow

From a dark creature long ago.

Conjured from sin and pain and wrath,

Darkness began its vengeful path.

It took a silhouette like shape

With two white eyes upon its face.

But this was one of many forms 

This beast was able to adorn.

It raised an army from the dead,

Of which the mortal men did dread.

The fact of what which made it worse,

It could conjure a dreadful curse. 

A curse that would then take control 

Of all things dark and cruel and cold.

While eyes of those now dead were dark,

There’s always evil in man’s heart.

It took hold of those in power

And had them bicker every hour.

The only to avoid control

Were those who had the purest soul.

That fate that had left man to die,

For in all men’s hearts had evil lied.

Until the day a stranger came,

And said the beast could now be slain.

They brought with them a little girl,

Not yet corrupted by the world.

Since no one had a better plan,

They said prepare her best they can.

The day then came she fought the beast

And brought the creature to its knees.

She slayed the beast, once and for all,

Least, so she thought after its fall.

In truth, Darkness has yet to flee.

It’s all around us, can’t you see?

It still controls the men in charge,

Building an army just as large.

It’s lying patiently and quiet,

Preparinging for the first big riot.

Upon it will first unleash the dead,

To bring man down, as it has said.

And though its powers grow and grow,

The champion does not yet know.

If no hero of light returns,

Darkness shall laugh as the world burns.

That is, if there be one as such,

Of which their heart be pure as much.

For while the girl could harm the beast,

She could not kill it in the least.

She was not truly pure within,

Like men, they also house the sin.

For no one is so tried and true,

Which means all of mankind is doomed.