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Light is fading all too quick,
But there he stands pushin back,

Fighting with a simple stick,

Hurting from the Darkness attack.

But still he tries stopping it,

A simple and pathetic fight.

The Darkness laughs with its wit,

And it all goes on, deep in night.

Hoping til he hits the ground,

the passion keeps him clear,

to hear that one resounding sond,

the graceful voice of his dear.

But alas this is no story,

Our hero falls upon the ground,

and finally he has no worry.

Simply put he has been found.

Now as he slips away,

He finds a light and hears a voice.

Trying so hard, he attempts to stay,

but he knows he has no choice.

~Tyler