Death cast his dark shadow;
o-er the kingdom of Light;
his authority to bestow;
changing day into Night.
The demon called Death;
challenged by the Light
to give up his own breath;
and dwell in his own Night.
A radical confrontation;
Evil challenging Good;
sublime anticipation;
reality being what should.
In battle; now engaged;
all Evil did begin;
all pain; been aussuaged
the conflict near an end.
The Prince of Darkness;
positioned at the fore;
battlefield; his starkness;
always demanding more.
Battling all Night long;
their conflict to renew;
Night; been vanquished;
and daybreak; overdue.
Advantage, fully gained;
Darkness had now passed;
Morning Dawn now reigned;
and there was Peace, at last.