Eternal Struggle In the Vally of the bane, Dark cries out in frantic rage. In the valley of the bane, Light and Dark fight an age. Dark conjures an army of bones; made of those whom sold their souls, They mark upon the world to roam, On steeds as black as coal. Light sends forth a sacred scroll, Read aloud by darks own. Bringing forth men clad in gold, Causing Dark to surrender its throne. Light has won the battle at hand, But beware Darks last stand.
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