With an arcane incantation,
A dark enigma is forged.
Standing before an obscure altar,
The phantom king lays his scepter down.
Poison spreads through out the land,
Bringing a wide spectrum of fear.
All hope appears to be demolished,
Darkness fills the hearts of all.
Out of the shadows a warrior rides,
With a merciful heart and powerful sword,
Slaying the enigma and king.
Humanity's hope and unity are restored,
Strength and goodness have endured.

©2004 Deanna Henderson