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,