Mandi June (10-17-81 / Fort Worth, Texas)
War On The Shadow
Without the curse of midnight
Leering silent overhead,
With no apparent shelter
But, the cold, dark air instead,
There cannot be a shred of fear
From dreamers in their beds,
Regarding all the evils
That appear inside their heads.
Beginning then to manifest
Into a golden arch,
The chosen dreamers rise again,
Unsheathe their blades, and march.
And, into midnight's darkest vein
The sound of war imparts,
Within the dreamers' thoughts and minds
But, never in their hearts.
Overcoming shrouded hate
And swearing then to win,
The dreamers enter sacred veils
Of suffocating sin.
Forgetting not, the time is drawn
To look from deep within,
And conquer night, with all their love
Restoring faith again.
Bring forth the simple warriors,
Who's vows are more than words!
Let them storm the gates of Hell
Releasing hate like birds!
Wielding strength in swords of truth;
Destroy the damned in herds!
Protecting honor, justice, life,
And split the void to thirds!
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