Well, this is just a spur of the moment short poem I came up with. I thought that everyone should enjoy it, so here it is. I'm not good with poems, but this is just for everyone's enjoyment.



*In a rhyming and lilting voice*

Flame and light, they both ignite.
To make all in darkness, retreat in fright.

For ages long, evil surged on.
This battle waged, both good and both wrong.

Whole cities rallied, to fight and protect.
Some said in unison, "To evil? We shant subject!"

Lands were sullied, and shrines defiled.
This inferno of suffering, quickly compiled.

From this fiasco, many had risen.
The power of light, alas, they were given.

This showdown grew, so very intense.
Through all of this chaos, it simply made sense...

That where there is darkness...
The rise of light, shall surely commence.



~Enjoy the poem I made!


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 637 AF.