Through the fire beacons doom,
Coming down the ages.
Ancient enemy, once more,
Threatens fragile peace.

Youthful soul,
Expelled from graces,
With the eyes so full of tears,
Gives away her caring blessing,
Lest the hour comes amiss.

Knave and *****, forever bound,
With the dangers yet unshared,
Banish hatred's blackest shroud,
Unaware what future held.

And the guardian, unbroken,
Soars away into midnight.
While the stories are spoken,
Someone ought to put them right.