Lost

As the trees rustle and the sun doth shine
Darkness is distant
With the gap being time
Two nights come together
With all grief and despair
In duel they shall fight
Thus parting the pair
Over Kingdomn it is
And the ruling thereoff
The victor the winner
And the other a loss
The long unridden path
With no hail or glory
The victor the loser with blood on sword
In gaining little more than the title lord
Soon the shadows will dissapear
As the frontier fighters will appear
The darkness of the morrow sun
And its outcome awaits every one
The fall the even the nights deciept
Does come between the dusk and dawn
The heavens alive, the heroes are dead
On this cold and throbbing morn