Hallow Day

Hallow evening's rising past
a battle destined to be last
the age-old strife in final state
between the love and between hate
hero and villain eye to eye
both let out last battle cry
and Leaves they clap and Trees they bow
as they witness final blow
 
dressed in black and with cold breath
for the villain comes the Death
and promises of simple chores
dress the land in hopeful roars
just the hero's standing still
on the top of Hallow Hill
lips shut tight, eyes open wide
a simple thought torments the mind
 
as the righteous go their ways
as the corrupt to their graves
world's been saved - but now, what now?
the Time won't pull weeds war had sown
and like a flower wishing shade
just to then wilt under its blade
they're now unable to avoid
to see their own soul full of void
 
Mist comes in as party ends
Night hides all glory-blinded friends
then with a fulfilled dying wish
the hero enjoys their last dish
a Hallow weapon once again
prepares to drag Death from her plane
the heroes blood basks in Moons glow
as,
once more,  
they  
greet  
their  
Foe.