Battle

When the day feels old and nothing works, When it seems like one has used all the words, The sun is dying, the regime of dark begins, When it all feels lost, and one begins to sin.

In the corner of the eye,
A sudden spark appears,
It has been lost,
For many years.

When the once good friend, fades away,
The stars are dancing a cold ballet,
When one sees it all, but still is blind,
With no hope or strength, to slay the mind.

It takes a form,
And one can't believe,
The beautifull sight,
That they're seeing,

When one is trapped, by the mighty shadow, Have failed to escape, escape the hollow,
When reason is gone, replaced with fear,
When the destiny of darkness makes the appear.

It breathes and grows,
Keeps going until,
One recognize,
The life of will