14/7/2013.(c) by Poetlife.
(For booksie guess who contest-can you guess who I am writing about?)
I change shapes, sizes, things and myself at will when needed.
Fight magical darkness, power.
All magic is not dark,
Some shine with deeds of light.
I strive to do, help what is right,
In this dark evil fight.
Many journey, we are one
Along dark evil path.
Eventually we over come with light
In this fight.
Addiction is a prison
Many are caught in.
Destroy all in fire within,
Light searches out every dark thought ,
Shines through cracks, shows up faults.
Fills with light,
Pools of stagnant dark strife.
This journey of like minded
Friends of light,
Are ready for the fight.
Though tempted, evil danger near,
We travel on to achieve our united goal.
Fight to the death
For what is right.
Destroy evil, let it fall into fire,
Washed away in pools of light.
Be no more
So we can live again as we should.
In the Lord's Light
May he be with us in the fight.
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