A battle is fought for a future Beyond us and the trees Hidden in the cold rising clouds A temple lies on a plateau of frigid stones There the airs are timid and weak A sacred site A story not many remember: We are the heirs to an ancient struggle Now frontiered by clerics and revenants; the light against the dark The sun blinds by golden pavilions A still wind wrestles a mantle A master is readying to take a fight he soons and at the dying of the day, the temple lanterns start to mingle then the elements shift Winter whirls of white fall into the shadows And the shadows live A sudden tumultuous breath arrives swift and deadly A crimson sword collides a staff of azure lights the tension cries when the lasers split The sky rains shards of ice and the void glows with sweeping strikes a wild withdraw when a hand is lift and the man with hooded robes is thrown to the ground he exhales a bit of mist and getting up claims his sword it radiates him red on his velvet blacks the storm gathers strength at times the white-out shades ones sight he seeks another try a knight in a mask with terror's stare he moves past stairs and shrines and rooftops under robes studded with dare he's come a long way their honor is a duel and in this pact death is the only part The fourth millennium The world is divided: The ministry and the rebellion Now the sworn foes are side against side Figures in the frosty fog The snow falls heavily it covers their tracks and wailing distracts their senses why they lost one another for a while when through the flakes the sword swings it's received by the crossed staff and the air ignites with sparks one falls and one stands while he rises a shockwave of flame burns their surroundings to ash and blacks melting snows to vapor waters when he vaults into the sky to land an attack they both jet aside, lunged to stones in the temple's yard Wintry wind A slight blast and the bells chime the lanterns dance Lightning extends from his hands a shaft of electric discharge vanishing in a layer around his enemy when he strikes the staff's end against a sword's save to exasperation A jump when the sword swipes landing a return slashing his cloaks to shreds a close encounter a frenzy of attacks and the dusk kindles in violent lights a blow to the revenant's right when the staff hits side to side he leans waiting, and strikes the staff down in its attempt the cleric drops his grip and evades the swords thrust to color an instant's path of red around him he reaches for his staff when it lifts from the ground into his grip immediately it's end waved and met by the sword's edge a refulgent collision with whining impact they disengage flying onto a rooftop when the cleric opens the palm of his hand and the revenant is cast down in the grounds snow stirs and the sword is lost somewhere in his fall a vaulting attack impales his heart with vibrant energy and lifeless he lies when the cleric recedes out of sight A swirl flurries the bells chime and the lanterns dance |