The Finial Battle
We are,
The defender of dark.
Keeping it at bay,
Fighting till the end.
A temporary defeat,
And a retreat.
Midnight rises once again,
And the enemy cheers in silence.
They unleash their shadows across the lands,
And we cower into sleep and weariness.
But as the trumpets sound,
And the drums are heard.
The attack is on,
And the battle won.
The dawn has arrived,
And when the sun is highest,
And the light everywhere,
We party and cheer of our victor.
But here they come,
We fight again.
The dusk has won once more,
And we must retreat for the last time,
We hope.
