In the darkness of shadow,
Lies heroes and villians,
Heard among the hollow,
Floors of lavendar lineoum,
Wilting away into the midst,
Who was right who was wrong,
Arguing was a gist,
Commonly heard as a song,
Among those who have fallen,
Rose to their feet,
Time again swollen,
From the agony of defeat,
Always so close to the light,
The hereos will say,
Always so close to the night,
The villians will say,
Only to wake in the middle,
To fight either way,
With the terrible riddle,
Who will remain to stay,
To decide what remains,
How this will play,
Grab hold of the riens,
Of the wildly slain