An old room is a testimant of his fight.
There stills seems some smoke from last night,
there is not a sign of how he did fight,
but consipricay seems to be right.
It was after the sun went down in the west
and when the moon missed to do his best
still alone this knight fought
Against the horror of no light.
As the darkness crept into the room of light
Everyone seemed to take its fright.
Some even changed sides,
Casting shadows for others to follow rides
Some resigned to fate,as there was nothing more left to slate
But he burnt his soul
and played the perfect role
He was a knight of the morning light
He could not give up without a fight.
The wind flikered his strength now and then,
Even took down some of his men
AS he stood alone alone against its might.
As darkness had also not seen such zeal
so, It sent its largest shadows to make him a deal
They tried every lil trick in the book
but this one was not an easy worm they could cook
As time passed , the flame became weak and old
yet it never forgot its duty on roll
Darkness was old & sly
It wanted to win against this battle of light
As it bought down all its foes
It believed he would also eventually break his wow.
The night approched its peak,
this light had still not been weak
But, they eventually did manage to way him out
As they were larger than he had ever thought
The easy way was to let this one be, and wait for the another day maybe
But, he choose to linger on
choose to burn down to his vei.
lHe did not regret or cry, and as he left even darkness paid a tribute to his solumness.
As the smoke later suggested,
this battle was not remembered for the STRENGTH that darkness possesed
But for the exuberant WILL that this candle expressed.
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