He stood alone, high atop the tower.
A battle of magic, a battle of might,
Would the land survive the chaos, this unforgetable night.
Of demons and creatures seen and unseen,
Attacking the body, even in dreams.
Earth, air, fire and water,
The most powerful of wizards would survive the slauter.
The oldest of stories, of good verses evil,
The mightiest of kings, could not stop this upheaval.
A new order will be born, a new age will dawn,
At last it comes, innocense gone.
J.C. Caito