The Battle That Has No End

Sometimes the Darkness closes in

surrounds me on all sides,

i have to fight, to fight and win,

or else face my demise

Victory is too far away

just beyond my reach

and i can't seem to pull hope

out from it's blood stained sheath.

below the people hear a sound

it sounds like their hero's weapon falling down

the world goes quite, listening with dread

hoping not to hear the augur of their hero dead.

As hope struggles in vain to escape it's case

an evil sneer distorts Darkness' face

I close my eyes and accept the end

but hope proves to be no fair-weather friend

It fights it's way out from its hold

and flashes in the light; defiant and bold

It seems to rise into my hand

as darkness and i resume our stand.

And Fight The Battle That Has No End...