A TIMELESS BATTLE OF LOVE AND EVIL - Written by Carroll Bryant
The dawning of the new sun welcomed birth
His first cry echoed through the village
All of the townspeople were aware of the child's
Fresh beginning in their world
Born a bastard, still a gift from the heavens
The townspeople celebrated in glorious fashion
The mother proud
The father deceased
The angels gathered to extend their many blessings
Satan swelled into an angry gist of rage
God had spoken to him
Shinning upon him his majestic and magnificent light
Life is gods wealthiest power
And mans most valued treasure
The evil one recoiled
His best opportunity is time
Enemies must destroy
Present hate and banish the love
"There is no victor until death has touched the heart!" The evil one declared
And so begins another battle of an age long war
Good versus evil
A new war begins
The villagers cringe
The mother clings to the child with fear in her heart
The angels sing in harmony
The child sleeps peacefully
And in his slumber, and growth that passes
Seventy-two seasons came and went
The child is no more a child
The child has grown into a man
The sound of horns filled the heavens
She waged her voice for all to hear upon her birth
A gathering of the holy occurs
Her presence is glorified
A destiny given unto her
Someday, this destiny will be achieved
He, meanwhile, ventures out into his own destiny
Fate beckons us all
Fate beckons him
A journey that must be in order to be
Beauty is disguised
The dark one tempts him only to be returned
To the fire that he calls home
Disgust reigns in his anger
The mans quest continued
The journeys end still distant
The dark voice screams, "Damn it all to hell!"
Mortality has its price
Sixteen seasons pass
The son of perdition appears
Once again, in the shape of desire
An angelic voice plays upon the mans ears
He kisses the dark spirit
Fooled at long last
And makes the love with all his passion
A colossal thunder rings out
Lightning extends across the sky
Clouds form
Separating the man from the earth
Eyes tear up in the village
The great Divine weeps blood
The blood spills onto the earth and creates a river
Victory is celebrated by Apollyon
And time was given to pass
"There is no victor until death has touched the heart", The gargoyles reminded
Their master
"Blasphemy!" Beelzebub replies in forcefulness.
He spits corpses at them.
"Ye shall perish, each and everyone if such rubbish persists"
Silence fell for cold seasons of forty
"No fight is won until my sword has swung" Shouted the almighty
"And with that sword shall cometh Divine love"
A pause
"Behold thy power unto thine children's eyes"
A pause
"In that destiny be fulfilled. Fate be thy wife."
She did grow into forty-six seasons
Still a child to the wind
To all with exception of one
He laid his sights upon her grace
Her soul
He was captivated beyond mere words
And emotions
He turned against lust
He did battle with Lucifer to regain the promise
Heaven would deliver that sword
The sword that would deliver him from his tormentor
His torment
Love conquers all evils
Trust in this and believe in the purest heart
He struck punishing blows against the dark one
He slashed his way slowly out of damnation
Punishing all the demons who dared fought against him
At battles end, he laid the sword down
His strength weakened
His weakness strong
He fought for her love
He fought for her
She reaches out to embrace his weary body
They come together at long last
The townspeople rejoice
The darkness vanishes
The clouds return to their original place of origin
The sun exists again
The angels sing in harmony
God smiles upon the village once more
The Father of Lies retreats to the tree of confusion
Defeated, he tells tales about the dirt
His dragons mock his trail
Peace falls upon all on the earth
Dances are performed
"No such taste so sweet than that of victory" utters the great god
"And victorious, we are"
The dark voice creeps at the feet of the light in lieu of a serpent
"There is no victor until death has touched the heart"
Did the message arrive
Was spoken
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