The Rise
The angel weeps
for the hero has fallen
His blade now lives
within the crystal lake's lair
for he has thrown away the sword
and in hand with it,
the will to fight and change our fate...
He has allowed the opening of the demon's gate
and now as the monsters pour out,and roar
A new hero rises,
a new hope and light
He raises the silver sword
and slices through fear
forever in his hands
Our fate...
by
SweetnSilentposted on 11/26/2007
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