Demonsbane

Demon’s Bane

An isolate plains, grass waving
Thunderclouds rolling in the sky
A crackle of lightning, a shift in the wind
A strong gale is coming

Two figures stand, one of light and one of dark
The figure of light is tall and muscular
He has alabaster armor with wild flaxen hair waving
His eyes glow white as he pulls his long bastard sword

His foe, the figure of dark
Twice his size and bestial
Its body ebon with appendages razor sharp
Its eyes are glowing bloody rubies
Its teeth are daggers oozing green poison

Lightning flashes, lights up everything
The two champions circle, sizing each other up
The sword, crystalline and unnatural, hums in song
The black beast lets out a feral scream, as if to call down the storm itself

Sword and claw meet
Swing and slash, swing and slash
A parry, a counterblow, the foes are evenly matched

The evil thing strikes ferociously, frenzied in battle
The pure knight strikes carefully, discipline and order keeping his reason
Finally, a hit!
The beast digs its claws into the arms, scarring the white

A kick and the two are cast away from one another
The brave hero resolvedly crawls back to his feet, the blow giving him pause
The beast rushes him
The sword bites into the leg of the minion, gnawing into the skin greedily

It howls in pain, desperately trying to get free
The leg is shorn, the beast disabled
The sword swings back and its flat clangs against the head
The beast falls to the ground

Standing over it, with sword at the neck
He calls for it to yield
It laughs, eyes filled with hatred
A claw bats the man aside, the battle continues

The beast stands, one legged but strong
The man glowers, angered at the blow
They lock in battle once more
Swing, claw, bite, slash

This is a battle of endurance
A scar, a bruise, a bleeding wound
Over and over the blows land or are parried
The foes do not stop

The man is overmatched
The beast is fierce and determined
Finally, it shows true form
Dust to the eye, and the man is hindered

A bite, swift and cunning
The blow catches at the waist, the wound deep
Poison from the serrated edge seeps within the body
The mouth retracts away, the man slumps to the ground

The beast looks up to the heavens triumphantly, thunder roars in the distance
A glint of crystal, sudden movement, the beast heart impaled
In his last tortured breath, the man of light pierces the darkness, a mortal wound
The two foes, locked in battle for so long, join each other in death

The rain falls, washing away the blood, the poison, the sweat
Still the bodies lie
The wind swirls, a mournful silence ensues
Still the bodies lie
A lightning strike catches a fire, burning much
Still the bodies lie
Who but the sky will cry for these two?
And who will bury the valiant and the craven?