Do you come to fight? For I shall make my
Stand,
I will cut you down, your blood will stain this
Land.
I know that you are brave, but still you are a
Fool,
My heart is set in stone, my soul is black and
Cruel.
At dawn the two foes met, both prepared to
Die,
Both looked to the sun and gave their last
Goodbye.
One will have to fall, the other shall reign
Supreme,
How did it come to this? If only it were a
Dream.
Now the fight began as the crows adorned
The sky,
Neither held a quarrel, or thought to ask him
Why.
Instead they bravely fought, but soon it all
Did end,
A body hit the floor, his spirit to heaven was
Sent.
