The world had been created
from light and disarray
Two embodiments of spirit
Good and evil, they portray
Each now made into a person
rather than the true abstract.
These were placed inside of bodies,
In two women to be exact.
To keep the two from conflict or war
in between was placed a gate,
If it ever should be opened,
the world will meet it’s fate.
On each side began a world,
a silhouette of each creator
For each would soon forget about
the other , sooner or later
It did not take much time in fact,
for ignorance to reign
No longer able to distinguish good or evil
Life became mundane.
People knew not of how they lived,
without knowledge of another.
For one knows not what is so evil or good,
without knowing of the other.
When by some twist of ironic fate
the two sides of life had met,
The grandest battle to ever take place
The war of worlds was set.
Each side became prepared,
as was never done before,
The side of light was perplexed,
As most knew not of war
For there had never been a need,
of any kind of strife
All they knew about the world,
was a perfect, endless life.
But one knew of the terrible things,
which can only come from hate.
The protector of these naive people,
Ariena, guardian of the Gate.
The gate which sealed the worlds apart,
had stood for most of time
And many lost sight of what they had,
A world that was sublime.
Ariena gathered armor and arms,
which had long collected dust.
And began to shine the armor,
to remove the spots of rust.
A woman of surpassing beauty,
and pureness of heart and mind
Was now preparing for a great war,
which was so unlike her kind
Her armor shown in all its glory,
inlaid with white gold scene
The chain mail reflected the light of the sun
the dust could be seen in the beam.
She picked up her staff of light and purity,
bearing a large amber stone
For this gem of beauty holds the power,
to absorb the dark and unknown.
The last thing she had to acquire,
before taking her leave
Was her brilliant white mare to ride
on this midsummer eve
But this was no ordinary mare,
who travels by hoof and land
But one with an entirely different means
given silver wings, quite grand.
Grabbing the long silver mane
She mounted the mare of white
Then took leave of her city
riding into the night.
Each side became prepared,
as was never done before,
The side of evil prepared,
with the most allure
All the armor kept in perfect condition
hoping for the day to come
When the side of evil can leave their prison
to gain land they rightfully won
Unlike the other world or paradise,
they had not long since forgotten
How they had come to be imprisoned,
and become so misbegotten .
Valencia, the gate keeper on the other side
was full of hate and rage
She could not wait for the battle
of which she would soon engage
She was jealous of what Ariena was given
feeling it was rightfully theirs
Not just to belong to one world,
and all its common affairs.
Unlike Ariena, Valencia told
her kingdom what they miss
And the life on the other side of the gate
in all its wonder and bliss
Her people cheered her on
as she mounted her steed
A Stormasus of black with red glowing eyes
took flight with the greatest speed.
In the darkness of the moonlit sky,
The two powers met at last.
They looked into each others eyes,
remembering the long lost past
Time no sooner passed or stood
as both drew out their arms
Valencia with her garnet scythe
Ariena staff with all its charms
They took up a fight in the air,
a battle between immortals
As they fought each other fiercely
to close the ancient portal
Thunder roared and lightning struck
the ground, which turned to ash.
Glorious mountains split in two,
whilst ocean tides did clash.
As their weapons locked together,
a mighty flash was seen
Then all was silent, still again,
a void where war had been.
A fusion of the two great powers,
emerged a clouded soul.
Imprisoned inside a once emotionless body
it was a force beyond control.
One presence with so sweet a face,
a heart as pure as gold.
As well as with a dangerous mind,
a harshness to unfold .
An inner battle between the sides,
was next to be engaged.
Each side of thought wanted to rule,
and each as much enraged.
But soon this battle began to slow,
and soon began to cease.
For between light and darkness,
some find eternal peace.
She sat atop the rubble
of the once abounding place,
She scanned the red horizon,