Tinted twilight settling on the town

Silent warriors, swift with swords

Approach the center of the square.

Standing tall, staring at the

Man with heaven’s speed,

The dark one with no soul

Lays down the challenge.

Their blades, slashing violently,

Have tasted blood before.

But Fates have already decided.

As the day lays down

Its bright golden blanket,

Light stands the winner

And evil is banished.