It was at twilight
when the sun gave its way
to the darkess of night
to call it a day.
By the light of the moon
with its soft light aglow
Came forth a beast.
Came forth a foe.
Hear! O hear!
Townsmen of Florn!
Fight and now gather!
Be the bane to the scorn!
Evil hath risen! Evil awaits!
Stand nigh its doors
and shut close its gates!
The weak fragile bodies
now encounter the foe
While the darkness was rising
and continues to grow
With each clash and each gash
hope starts to wither
But light still awaits
over the yonder
Hold fast! Hold fast!
Be the bane to the scorn!
for the dawn is awaiting
and the time for the morn!
Credits for the photo goes to ortsmor @ DeviantArt
This is a poem I created around five years ago. I hope you like it
