In a land of the living, there echoed a horror beyond conception
A tale of truth do all the creatures of the day and night shun
'Tis regrettable that such a knowledge had plagued their minds
This legend of terror is it sourced from the tall mountain of demise
So towering has it forever stalked the land with its shadowy might
For the one behind the tale's inspire dwells in the titan's inside


Outside the mountain is it natural compared to what lurks in this
A hollow that seems the sleepy yet houses the sleepless malice
Prowling the pure darkness and bringing intruders their fiery grave
Eyes does it have with a gaze piercing all through the flesh in a wave
Teeth sharp as razors and huge jaws serving the entry to Hell
Its searing fire breath is Hell's weapon and wings too grand to tell


Traversing its way from legend to life is an abomination of darkness
Dwarfing the largest crocodile and appearing an equal to the godliest
It commandeers the skies it soars across and extends the land with fire
The earth shall turn from paradise to purgatory and all will be mire
This juggernaut of a demon will juggle the world in flames to no miss
Upon exiting the mountain will all perish from the beast's infernal kiss

On the harsh, cold pavement did the failing princess lie flat
On the verge of her kingdom falling her hindsight was to ****
On the throne of Callula did Zargon cast his usurp ruthlessly
On his account had darkness plagued the country mercilessly
On her struggling breath did Serena lament her distrust for him
On past occasions was Zargon her advisor until came his dim
On the land of Callula was Serena banished from without hope
On the filthy floor in a deserted castle could be her last interlope


Callula is a land once prosperous with green, blue, and light in awe
Now it has become the domain of evil under Zargon's dark claw
All about the once-coloured land has turned to barren grey
Ash and dust have given priority to the recurring death day
The living will starve and the dead will re-establish the nation
That is unless the prophesied hero will rise to combat this damnation
But the whereabouts of such one is a mystery for there is little left
By rarity will the saviour appear for monsters occupy all of the heft


Sick with fatigue does Serena crawl for justice in the pale moonlight
Behind the rotten castle walls must she find the means for the right
How unfortunate is the abandoned place giving her little chance
To the death will she fight to save her kingdom from the evil stance
She drags her tranced self across the filthy tiles tearing her dress
An outdoor domain of rotting torture devices is a fearful mess
Weary from hiding and travelling gives Serena her mental wane
It is at this point of despair and her people dying she tears in pain


Callula's kind citizens who lived in peace are now infected with ill
Abundance was food and water but vanished into a land of chill
Zargon is the Lord of the Dark Regime and the Bringer of Shadow
His royal relations charitably bestowed upon him the greedy glow
All must bow before this usurper king or will face the eternal suffer
Resistance may be noble but will fall under the darkness smother
When Zargon attained kinghood he gave Serena her ****** exile
Beauty has bled from the devil's blade and now walks pain's mile


In a pool of her own blood does Serena now crawl ever so slow
Her rain of tears express an outcry of help in a mood of sorrow
All alone in the cold rainy weather does she fret in the torture room
Bloodied, torn, and weak she now is similar to Callula's gloom
What seemed to be her acceptance to the heavens comes a surprise halt
An unexpected warrior deters a death that was Zargon's demonic fault
Now healed and restored, Serena thanks the man with genuine love
An intimate kiss and hug under the dark sky gives her tears of the dove


Inside the darkness of the empty castle lies the secret to end evil's tide
Holding closely do the recovering princess and wily man ride
Quietly traversing the dark tunnels must they avoid waking any doom
Deep within the ancient world lies things more deadly than any boom
Serena's hope is kept alive by her love for the hero's act of saving a life
A life worth saving for she suits the throne sharper than any knife
The Kindle Sword, designed to break curses, has finally been found
Now Zargon's immortality will die for the weapon shall astound


For the land and people of Callula do the two make their royal march
Into the darkened Callula Tower shall justice they deliver to the enemy
All monsters flee in fear of the Kindle Sword that shines without mercy
The heavens' light spark in the midst of the underworld's darkness
A sign that the mighty inferno will soon perish by the incoming water
Scaling the once delicate now dreaded keep is the final step
What follows is the war between the forces of good and evil
Serena and the hero shall make their last stand against Zargon


The two valiant Callulians braved their way up through Zargon's tower
Defeating every loyal servant of the Lord of the Dark Regime's power
Upward are the stairs to the underworld as the music louder it ascends
Behind the large door of the throne lies the chance to make amends
Breathing in fear but motivated by courage do the good enter the way
Armed with the Kindle Sword and determination will create this fray
Inside the throne room do Serena and the hero meet Zargon head on
Following a sadistic grin does he arrogantly engage the battle head on


Both sides exchange turns of blows as the war rages the room apart
Walls and pillars of stone become rubble from the anger of all heart
Blades clash, energy blasted, and blood spilled for Callula's domain
Zargon stood strong but Serena and the hero soon had the upper gain
His arrogance became his downfall when stabbed by the hero's blade
The Kindle Sword's light smiting evil with all justice from it is made
Zargon collapses in a state of disbelief before his untimely death
Serena and the hero couldn't rejoice though as the building just breathed its last breath...


The last resort for Zargon was to crush Serena and the hero in the ruins
Callula Tower began to destruct as stone fell from the force of bruins
Luckily the two courageous souls escaped the oncoming collapse
Serena's future hope is to not grant evil royal power for fear of relapse
Just as the brave princess and the hero could rejoice, there was a boom
Abrupt was the immediate silence then the unexpected came to bloom...


EXPLODING FROM THE RUBBLE WAS THE ENRAGED ZARGON
INTOLERANT OF A HUMILIATING DEFEAT HIS EYES GLEW RED
THE EARTH TREMBLED AS THE HORROR LOUDLY AWAKENED;
ZARGON SLOWLY TURNED INTO A  BLOODTHIRSTY BEAST
TOWERING AND VIOLENT, THERE WAS ONLY ONE PURPOSE:
THIS INCARNATION OF ZARGON'S HATE WILL **** THEM ALL


THE LAST STAND BECAME TRUE AS THE HERO WAS KILLED
DEATH BY THE MONSTROUS ZARGON BECAME HIS FUNERAL
SERENA WEPT AND WAS ABOUT TO FLEE WHEN SHE TURNED
HER TEARS WERE NOT OF GRIEF BUT OF COURAGEOUS ANGER
SHE TOOK THE KINDLE SWORD AND FOUGHT ZARGON
TO SEEMINGLY NO END WOULD THE CEASELESS BATTLE RAGE
THE MONSTER FINALLY MET ITS FATAL DEFEAT BY THE SWORD
SEVERAL SLASHES FOLLOWED BY DECAPITATION SOLVED ALL


The Bringer of Shadow, with his fate sealed, the dark land also sealed
The green grass, blue water, and bright light returned to land their heal
The citizens relieved of the dystopian terror with the heavenly reign
Serena the princess now honours her slain royal family without the pain
As for the fallen hero, she honours her comrade with an elegant funeral
Callula is now saved and blessed with qualities beyond any numeral
The hopeless land now restored to the hopeful land, Serena shall rest
All the while she looked in retrospect that her tears were the cause for the best

Life lived with melancholy is none thus decent
Romance has long been a disbelief until recent
Faced with souls of false benevolence that are countless
Gives me the urge to turn away from what is mountless
Angels were no more than mere demons in disguise
Preying on those with benefit will lead to their demise
However, the apple soon fell from the lonely tree of wither
And made its landing through the serene waters hither


Long have me and her walked across the grey shore
Until the journey soon brought to us a place to adore
A tree of healthy brown wood and green leaves
Grass so wholesome there was no more to please
The dusk settling in the western horizon by will
Where nature had its shine by the sight so tranquil
She and I sat upon nature's carpet under the tree
Gazing at heaven's eye whilst the apple has the watery clean


All the waves move in silence of our moment together
Not only externally but inside she and I become linked
Sitting close with each other embracing all around us
The touch is the key to proving our ever-longed bond
Two hearts become one as hands start the ****** caress
Kissing and hugging in the twilight is the divine love
The red sky of peace is a witness to our true unity
Beyond the surface has the apple turned fully ripe

Consciousness is a struggle beyond constance
Hell is an emotion desired in this instance
My hand drifts further away from the effort
My mind suffers the condensed from pressure
Need I not to shed these tears of stress
For I want nature to work with good progress
All the glass shards delve deep into patience
The curtain slowly ignites from this nonsense
It will all cave in around me against my control
But I shall explode these demons away with the toll
For my panic desires any escape from this hellhole

Morning is a trigger to activate the awakening normative
Prior to such a tradition was endorsing the night of sedative
Temptation pressures me to remain with the sleep of comfort
But day is none other than a truce between light and alert
Leave the bed I must and forward to the room of ****** nurture
The kitchen is the place to cope past the room filled with furniture


Upon the counter I shall set my coffee to rest with the breeze
Bacon is part of the morning nurture I shall extract from the freeze
Inside the toaster shall be two bread slices facing the slow roast
Alongside the swine's flesh shreds are eggs from the chicken host
Products of meat shall cook upon the range until come the full stop
This morning meal shall I consume when done its use on the countertop

The sun bores the light and the moon bores the dark
Some awaken at dawn, at night do others make their mark
The pure course their routine as the bee feeds off of the flower
The unnatural rise against nature's tradition with terrifying power
Abominations are born to destroy the balance as they are cursed
Coming together by wolf and man are a result among the worst


The human is a dweller of the light, and a sleeper of the nocturne
Full shining sun does it protect the human from the appalling turn
The full moon is the only eclipse to this haven of temporary peace
For the lunar cycle assigns the human to monster upon release
To stay in the light maintains the course of all normality to tell
For the one when light descends to shadow does Heaven turn to Hell
The growth of searing teeth, claws, and fur are terrors before the howl
Signalling no mere wolf but a humanoid beast to begin its nightly prowl


Pain induced by the exchange from man to beast is a tremendous flood
Upon the finish is granted a hungry taste for all things pure blood
The sleeper becomes the hunter of the night and the slasher of many
Tall does it stand with a gaze of death drawn to the prey plus twenty
A roar is the threat to scatter a lion pack and a predicate to destroy
Once in sight, escape is impossible for all are the werewolf's toy

Weary do the shields of my eyes achieve a state of such
Toil is the day's reception to my work of much
Night ascends to the mind as the sun begins its rest
More the wake does more the shadow be addressed
Cold I become and want for the warm does it to me infect
Life is an angel under the cover but outward it is a defect
Need do I escape from the hardship of the daily chore
As I make full of a wish to reproach my tire in this lore


The bed is a place of night salvation that I lovingly caress
The demon of cold is it a safe abode from that I eternally bless
My head shall it slumber upon the clouds of comfort
Such a ritual relieves me from a duty of holding alert
Stress will vanish as mist in the humid of the summer
Machine of function will it deactivate for the dream's mummer
The feet retire to soft from standing on the surface of hard
To ease is to embrace a gift from the Creator of the Yard


The mission is to allow human nature to take the nightly course
Do not disturb this easy task for it I will reciprocate with hoarse
Cannot I stay functional for all's time and grant you the satisfy
As the sun cannot be stilled for eternal light and other gratify
Hear I must for the lullaby of none to soft to give me the advance
True be the rising moon and false be the blinding sun in my stance
A theatre casting me the role of the corpse for the night's occupation
It is a transition from the hell of wake to the heaven of hibernation


Home is not material but the heart's settlement of love
Freedom I have liberated myself to from work's shove
Awakening is a prison sentence and unconscious is the escape
Morning do I wish to remain in this world under the drape
Unfortunate is the force of nature to allow the night to sail
Arrival is the day's light of blind and the cold's powerful hail
This transition is a paragon of survival tests for all human
Two paths are the endurance of ****** wake or forever numen

Blank is the only thought known in the mind's velocity
Blank is the motive for the one to unleash atrocity
Blank becomes the heart as it encases no pain nor joy
Blank merely senses no rudiment in good or evil's ploy
Blank removes the face far from emotion's function
Blank contributes part in the psychotic conjunction
Blank of colour has it not, neither has it not everything
Blank is the incubator of pure evil for its purpose is nothing


Dark has claimed lordship over the temple of God
Dark shall only not grant the self but others the trod
Dark is the illness for which not shall it cease
Dark is the standing bear to the prey upon release
Dark gives the sun's casket at the funeral the seal
Dark senses no illusion in pursuit of what is real
Dark is the siren's song of tempting desire
Dark is the fuel of persuasion to the raging hellfire


Monster has the person become from a transformation much gruesome
In comparison to the lycanthrope's curse from a life so glum
Silence does the killer perform the wait for this moonrise
Wolf does not in he result but psychosis shall evoke demise
Hell is the starting gate for the devil to begin his race on earth
Slaughtered shall be anyone until achieved is the end's worth
Light will not the butcher dwell in for his blade of razor to land
Lightless will the assassin delay in for the lust of death by hand  


Cannot you outrun the follower, ceaselessly he follows
Subject you are to this doctor's experiment of gallows
Shadow does for you he wait in for the death strike
Watcher will he portray such a role in his image alike
Closet shall you beware for the demon's haunt it has become
Drains are elsewhere he shall stay for they are fear to some
The primary sense is vision for it has the ability to identify
Application of the sense does it most suit the villain to mortify
The possessed blade is as sharp as the pain to cause the victim's cries
For such an action does pleasure be ensured for the blackest eyes

Courage constitutes not the overcome but confrontation of fear
Necessary it is desired for the descending climate of evil here
Blotted out will be the light if left unprotected from the shadow
Thus the saviour must arise with given the resonating glow
Thrashed be the innocent by the machine of evil from the world below
Lest the valiant face the darkness with intent of casting the final blow


Foretold has always been the legend of the oncoming storm
The clouds that curse the earth with shade is such the norm
A storm of venom, infect shall it deliver to all that is living
A storm of full anger to decimate all of which is unforgiving
A storm of desert fume to starve the earth of all primitive need
A storm of wash upon the mind shall be cast on all inhabitants' heed  
A storm of all evil confined in one to pursue the Creator's throne
Chaos shall delighted the evil be in the world become overthrown


Not will fear always gain the upper hand, for it has the flaw of pure
Infection residing in the wound can withdrawn be with the cure
Folklore speak of the brave that shall one barrier the evil from earth
Helpless will be defended by and evil be bind by the valour-sworn girth
Must the wielder of justice fight one shall with the hellmonger be engaged
Come shall the battle across the plains of distant will the two sides be raged
Fields will be torn by the blood and fires of the opponents' result in war
World's fate in either of the competitors' hands shall decision be with horror


Titans of good and evil shall one of either side face the bitter smite
Demons will plague hell or angels shall embrace heaven with might
Sword of the effort will accomplish completion or total destruction
Handled by good will the sword enact the bringer of the peace nation
Handled by evil will the sword further cover the land in demonization
Substance given to this reason will the legend league with the hero in part
As darkness owns a force so brute yet no match for the cougar's heart

Witness I have become to your nature of selfish hurt
Closing does my fist form towards your mind of dirt
Pain not only you contribute but plagues me from sight
Need more do I wish for justice to give you the smite
Being does it emphasize upon the soul of righteousness
Tempt me not for the enemy urge is the bringer of madness
Longer can I not endure your treacherous ego of none so clear
Dog you will be to this wolf for it will force upon you the sear


The ones you gave the hurt is the hurt of same forced upon me
For you are the deathly gas to wither my flowers of sweet
But withered will I not remain for your poison will you get the taste
Better to be the scared insect at first of my sight and flee post-haste
Or be the impala under fright from the chase by the enraged lion
A criminal sentenced to purgatory courtesy of the devil's scion
Such comparisons do I make for this boiling cauldron to equate
Your merciless strikes of lighting is the thunder to my hate


Caged can no longer resilience be the strength for this beast
Once this prison breaks with ill, serve you shall to my anger's feast
Should accomplished be the quest for your malicious blood
The knife will bathe in the very warmth of such a flood
Riddled you not be with words but by the sting of my bullet
Disguise may you hide as an angel but I am hell's curate
Light of false intend I arrange the force of disembark
Expose is the swimmer's blood to summon the evil shark


Declare I plant are the contagious seeds of a brutal war
Stained will be the land of your blood's entirety in store
Nightly psalm shall be the scream you suffer from my bite
Death is not the salvation, but it is the durability of my fight
Persecution will not be your past-time but your time of demise
Order must be the oar to surpass the river of chaos for the rise
The sky of blue shall red be the change from your blood of grunge
As your reign of evil before my deep breath will end by the plunge

Calm was the air did its breath of slow utter
Slight given was the pressure against the trees' clutter
The tide gave toward the shore a bathing of fond
A raindrop tapping the ripple in the water's pond
Nature was it mothered to be the earth of pure
Land, air, and water were the children of cure
Howbeit born was the arrival of human error
For Nature a victim she became of this polluting terror


All content of luxury became poison when left forgot
Expense became the drain of Nature when industry was begot
Slave did she become with the negligent torture by all synthetic
Water was it forced to swallow hard all fluids of hectic
Land was it diagnosed with a cancer of slow plague in the cell
Air did bleeding of all fresh had it become from the settled hell
Human destined were they to rule yet abuse emerged their ego
Dying may be Nature but reaction will not treat with regal


Beware be the responsible for their prisoner has power of destructive
No longer shall Nature absorb mankind's terror with constructive
Balance of all earthly condition does support root from the wind
Tool of value has it forever been used to course the planet's skin
But in addition can poison fuel the wind's vehicle to maximum
Point of breaking can wind unleash Nature with the pendulum
Quiet will no longer be Nature idle in standing by
Foresight will come with the storms to punish those with might


A tower of gales shall it tear apart all houses of mankind
Tides will erupt with anger to wash all those to the bind
Burn shall explosion cooperate with volcanoes for the share
Extrapolated be all ends of the heat spectrum beyond repair
Survival can longer not it be for the humans to this breeze
Nature wages the unmatched war till gone be the disease
Launching from her fissure shall come the monsters' end
For her ally of wind will one make the closing amend

Cry did the child emit from the newly joined world
Pain was it not meant to be but joy was unfurled
Happiness sprouted from this normative of birth
As the child I see before me runs in my bloodline on earth
A child the innocence of whom enlightens the eyes with divinity
A family's bond shall it be resonated to ever with infinity


Hush my sweet little child
Must not ever allow yourself trouble be mild
Daylight perceived is your beauty to that of the blue sky
An angelic soul shall come the spring of the garden of flowers
Beyond the intersecting horizon of the tallest towers
Comfort so relaxation enters the mind shall it arise best
Incarnation of such a grace will summon as none other than rest


Given is the hunger for one so full of youth
To fill a little stomach is to dine on the food of truth
The curtailing of the feasting is human's belonging of nature
Function such a basic need or shall you be prevented from the mature
Admirable so much applies to yourself should more you deserve
Ascertaining the diet contradicts such a moment for the food's reserve
For any toddler must not endure the dangers of gluttony
A deadly sin I fear would vivify your future of mutiny


Newborn normality is keen on rest and hunger
A burden shall I upon myself do the best to asunder
Longed have the heart of I to bore a child into my life
Burden yourself that you are not, you are higher than the fife
State of quality that you are gifted a mockingbird with it compares
All goodness does the heavenly creature rise up such crystal stairs
Consider you a dime a dozen shall I not in this massive pond
For my love for you will always strengthen our faithful bond

A sun of beautiful orange do I spectate
Blossoming flowers by nature shall the sun create
Nearby the horizon does the sun set above
Passing by comes from the last of the dove
While beside the tree of green I lay with my love
But this cannot be
As it is no more than the most ideal of a dream


Regret is the aftermath of the dream I wake from
A life in continuation to endure a mirror of a ***
A sun no longer shines brightly in such a life
Often does my temple of God selfishly suffer from the knife
The only real dream is to enter through the gate
Tired and hurt do such emotions drive me to hate
Stemmed from such a state is the poison of ridicule and loneliness
Parasites that drain the content mind and trap the king in chess


Once there was a person did love give me the fall
Seemed did she have a complete reflection of the dream at all
She was the sun to shine my heart from withered to blossom
Dark did the light of her become as I longed for more of her psalm
A light that encompassed a happiness I really knew
To escape the gate was to stay in the light of truth
But the only escape was the truth in me during this mission
As longing was overcome with the sin of obsession
The outcome raged in defence of herself against my state of corrupt
Like the thunder pressuring the volcano to erupt
The blossomed heart soon tore in two
As the other fled with anger and the reaction became cruel
Thus did her leaving give me more reason to further my desire
To enter the gate with an extraordinary sense of dire


The demons manifesting themselves as convincers of the gate
Another living in an equal time of companionship to a mate
A whole life with a demon known none other than loneliness
Isolation and seclusion are merely flies compared to this spider
The strongest of weaknesses is social communication, no less
No loved ones, no friends, no family, nothing out of the world that is wider
Can serve as the parting from the only companion, loneliness
A towering shadow that buries the light in my heart of no more bless


Happiness is the false prophet and depression is my only date
****** of the self and others have been my dreams of late
Hope has no more ignition, the mind's candle has been extinguished
Darkness will soon take me to the path of that which is distinguished
The last step is to pass through the gate
The last access of my life will bring the last resort alive
Death shall cradle me a haven safe from this painful life