The moon is high,
watching over the events,
that would shatter the peace,
Too many lives were lost,
too many deeds were done,
that made this world bleed,
Yet we lived through it,
We watched the rivers flow,
the bodies fall to hades,
We watched our friends fade,
Their eyes turning to gloss,
We couldn't stop it,
we couldn't end the battle.
The war had been running for years,
We had found a peace of mind,
But that was to end swiftly.
What are we to do?
WE can't let this just end,
But how do you kill a spirit,
in the recesses of your mind?
We are my psyches, two of one mind,
With a battle against my darkness,
The devil of this dark recess.
If only he had gone away,
to haunt our dreams only.
But he had to conquer the heart,
to end the light of our lives.
Please someone,
Help a spirits wish.
How does one kill their darkness?