Because great troubles also contain great hope.
Clash of magic and flash of steel
Madness crowned by stubborn will
Bright and shining hope confined
A hero’s heart and hero’s duty now maligned.
Deamon breath by ocean shore
Chaining virtue as a power store.
Shining silver against the chains
Beauty and power struggle and strains.
A hero in heart is now restrained
A hero in duty his course remains.
A magician’s spell to guard a soul
Broken by a tyrant’s goal.
A moment of fire in bitter choice
A moment the hero finds his voice.
A shield and sword raised on high
A hero felled and left to die.
But the sole he strove to save
Finds hear heart and thwarts the knave.
Power of truth and power of light
The deamon cannot withstand the fight.
A bright hope with power born
Stands over the hero’s still form.
Through the hope they both share
Restores his life then and there.
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