**The Battle of Good vs. Evil** ©
By Artemis Quill 2024
“No complaints, overwhelmed by blessings”
Faith will always win over evil,
In shadows where the darkness lay,
A tale of old, where hearts were restless,
And night would chase the light away.
The echoes of a time forgotten,
When warriors stood with courage bright,
With banners raised to face the tempest,
And in their eyes, a spark of light.
Through valleys deep and mountains towering,
Where whispers of despair would creep,
A battle raged, with souls empowering,
For hope was sown in dreams we keep.
The cruelest foe wore many faces,
In every heart, a seed of doubt,
Yet love would rise, in fierce embraces,
To drown the fears that sought to rout.
The knight adorned in shining armor,
A symbol of the good that thrives,
Would rally all, with words like thunder,
To fight for truth, for love that drives.
And in the stillness of the twilight,
When shadows danced on hallowed ground,
The clash of swords, a haunting echo,
As fate itself could be unbound.
Yet evil schemed in darkened corners,
With whispers sweet to lead astray,
But faith, a lighthouse through the storm,
Would guide the weary hearts each day.
From ancient tales, the wisdom flows,
That light, though dimmed, can never die,
For in the depths of every sorrow,
A flicker breaks, a hopeful sigh.
The scars we bear, the tales we cherish,
Are woven deep in time's embrace,
A testament that love won’t perish,
In every heart, a sacred space.
So, gather close, dear friends and kindred,
Let not the shadows steal your grace,
For in our unity, the battle's wended,
And faith shall always find its place.
In fields where flowers once were blooming,
Now echoes of the past remain,
A wistful song of love's consuming,
In every loss, a hint of gain.
For good and evil dance eternal,
A cycle spun with every breath,
But in our hearts, the fight's infernal,
Is just a prelude unto death.
Yet still, we rise, though weary, broken,
For every heart that dares to dream,
Can spark a fire, with words unspoken,
To light the dark, to find the seam.
So let us sing of battles fought,
Of victories that time won't steal,
For in the end, the truth is wrought,
That faith will always win over evil.
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