Night Over Dark


The pale moon cast a flinty glow
Ragged, harshly, on the men below.
You see the firestorms in the east, an earthly taste of hell,
Shattering the night's repose, the place where Satan fell.
That famous battle is legend here
Just two emotions - hate and fear.
If you chance to listen closely, try not to dismay -
The countless screams of countless souls, fighting one more day.
This war has raged down through the ages
Foretold in whispers by sooths and sages.
Though it's origin remains unclear, of one thing I am certain;
The fate of man hangs in the balance, but neither side can win.
I'm forced to watch, despite my pain,
While metal clashes and arrows reign.
The hordes of hell launch a swift attack - inflicting pain, their pleasure.
When Michael suddenly appears, a shining sword his treasure.
Forged by a god, at the dawn of time,
For felling demons - a lesser crime.
A bright blue flame surrounds its blade, reflecting in his eyes,
He smiles grimly as demons scream, but there'll be no compromise.
A trumpet blast shakes the earth
The seeds of victory given birth.
The men of light rise up in fury, they sense the conquest near,
The earth breaks open and demons wail, and die in mortal fear.
Blue flame engulfs the putrid legion
Who fell each other, lacking reason.
The holes provide a timeless tomb; escape is not an option.
The hordes of hell forever doomed, payment for their action.
Michael squints and views the fields
Of broken bodies, swords and shields.
A single tear rolls down his cheek, but pity's not his way,
Gabriel arrives beside him, to say they've won the day.
I watch a glowing sphere appear
Satan roars, his end is near.
But the portal takes him to safe haven, if such can be found.
Michael looks up at me screaming, drives his sword into the ground.

While Iblis looks for a place to hide
I must continue my westward glide.
Who am I? - you might ask – Some wayward heirarch?
A silent guardian, who's ever watchful... I am Night Over Dark.
