Two Forces
A force arrayed in shadow dim Lays waste to all it sees, and then Sets sights upon the borders green Of fairest lands that eyes have seen. Beneath the reign of darkest lord, This horde desires ever more To turn oasis, fair and lush, To burning ash, and putrid rust. Against this host of terror gleams An army vast, with weapons keen; Sets firm its view upon its end, That darkness shall not rule again. This war shall rage for ages long, Though oft it seems ’tis waged and won; Yet in the end, ‘mid fear and doubt, The light must cast the shadow out.