Poetry (of Chaotic Soul)
 
 

The Dark Spirit and Eternal Foe is unleashed.

Banished to the land made exclusively for he and his small band of rebels.

However he escapes.

And mars the pure beauty of the Creator's Handiwork.

A single simple act allows the Dark One to take control of those who are born

Into the doomed world.

A single simple act allows the hopeless to exist with the creator for all eternity.

All would be lost if the Maker did not send his son to battle the Dark One hand to hand.

But as Evil stood back to smile at the broken body of our Savior,

He lost a crucial battle that would allow captured souls freedom.

Ages passed, and armies amassed on both sides for war.

Then the time arrived.

Trumpets sounded, and the steady thunder of mighty horse's hooves rang through the Valley.

The rebels fell left and right, but the Maker's host could not be touched.

Finally the Dark one was captured, and made to endure punishment fit for all the pain

And anguish suffered on the Maker's Creation.

After judgement was fulfilled, those who found hope through the Creator's Son

Helped the Maker rule a new Creation.

For all eternity.

Never to know sadness, pain,

Or darkness and shadows, for they will meet their Creator.

 
 
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