This is a poem I wrote a few years ago about a magical battle that went on in my head. I was big into rhyming back then! Lol!
The powers of the dark will soon unite
Under the rays of the full moonlight
During the witching hour at midnight,
They will come and they will fight.
We will fight to a bitter end.
They are a fiend not a friend
And my sword I will lend
Remember this is not pretend
Witches and warlocks casting spells
Things die and rotten flesh smells.
All you will hear are knelling bells
From the mouth of Hell where demons wells.
I guarantee they won’t be kind,
But do not get left behind.
The deepest shadow you can find
Is in the shadow of the mind!
Do not dare scream of cry,
This will only help you die.
When wings flap, look to the sky
And beware of monsters that can fly.
Less will be the creatures’ ire
And after a while they will retire.
Back they will go to their place in the fire,
Returning to their evil Sire.
Come back, they will, again to fight
Humans gaping at their might
The lucky few will die of fright,
While the world will fade to eternal night.
The Wizard true, powerful and brave
Willnotcome to try to save
In his heart he is a slave
To the hurt and a powerful rage
Joining with the evil king
The bells of doom they will ring
On everyone and everything
Soaring high on mighty wing
Free forever from his cage
Trapped by strife, grief and rage
Here starts the New Dark Age
The story turns its final page.