Post by feathered hooves on Jun 21, 2009 17:18:40 GMT -6
Darqs and Lights clash once more, Fighting in their eternal war. Never ending, blows are dealt, Hitting, scarring that stag's pelt. The cowboy's ropes are twirling Roping round only most daring. The horses dodge and swerve, evading them with an easy curve. The men's horses are tiring, while others are slowly dying. The battle wore on all week But never found the truth they seek Now there stands a lone stud, His coat shines in crimson red blood. His opponent was agreeably worthy, But being him, he showed no mercy. Now the stud lies by his feet Whilst admitting a sad defeat. The stag rose his bodance into the air. His tresses flying everywhere A call of victory came from him. While it did the land became dim The sun hid behind a grey cloud, The darq felt quite bold and proud When the light stud finally died. With a tear forming in his eye He knew history would never be mended As the new era descended.