A Tale from a Twilight Past

Grasping shadows in darkness walk
skulking under canopies of despair
buzz of repulsion and utmost terror
fair was fleeing the night in distress
within swirling mists of screaming harpies

skies blackened on world-end realms
a Soul traverse in a dark quest
to bring Fair to the perfect light
against the shrieking winds
drag him the fearful heart

Fair went forth into sombre terrain
hearing not seeing the shrieks
of love sent by shields of fire
unto the darkness, gloom she fed
with her fear and sorrow gleaned

Up above the darkening stream,
a lone figure looked down
fair felt the crescent's gleam,
the robed scythe-man
in thunderclap, proclaimed his coming

Beneath the dragon's feet
her redeemer spread his wings
span the sky with whiteness
flashed his mighty sword
crackling fire, screams and silence

Bards song of long past
celebrated the wooing of Fair
by the angel from up high
and one from the darkness below
both came for the love of her

Fair stood clear on the Garden
of one who loves her truly.