He could not see,isolated as he was within the great fog of darkness.From within the murky depths of the shadows he could hear the Sirens of Temptation,urging him to join in their eternal festival,their ghostly din emulsified by the alluring melodies of their enchanted harps.

Shaken,he whispered a silent prayer,rendered near incomprehensible by the racket of the Sirens.Clenching his teeth,he clasped the hilt of his sword with sweaty palms.He would battle any foe that would stand before him,but against the indiscernible cacophony he was timorous.

Light-of a driveling,grey nature-fought its way to his tiring orbs,a distant speckle of insignificant brilliance.It was,to him more a warrior than he was,fighting to mantain its glitter among the devouring darkness.It was determined to stay alive.

He finally realised his desperate helplessness.Fate has him imprisoned within its clutches,while Destiny refused to release him form its bosom.

Sheathing his sword,he forged towards the light.If it was a warrior,so was he.

"Prisoner"
Confined by Fate and Destiny
Forced to battle the Anarchy
A Sword gifted;blood it will taste
A Life bestowed;soon will it waste

"Anarchy"
They should be crucified,for the sheer extent of their crimes.

They live among us,talk to us,preach to us their draconian beliefs that we accept for granted.

They are supposed to nurture confidence,inculcate self-belief.But they insult,humiliate,resort to cruel measures to realise selfish motives that do not align with their responsibilities.

Their hearts are black,tarnished by their evil practises.Their minds are singular,focused upon their objective of self-gratification.Their nails are elongated,sharpened by the tortures they perform upon the innocent.

Their souls are long gone.

Entranced by a dark gospel of Evil
Entwined by a blasphemy of beliefs
The weak have fallen,casualties total
While the cowardly lives as thieves

The strong rose in protest
They would not be suppressed
They will fight to redeem the rest
In the Light they are amassed

The battle began,without an End
The evil deeds the Light must amend
Though sword and shield be rent
The Frail the Strong will defend

Let eyes watch for Future bright
Though Evil shall leave its Mark
Let hands hold Purity tight
For Light shall triumph over Dark