Upon the field where dark and light contend,
The good stands tall with honor shining bright.
Yet shadows creep where wicked hearts descend,
Their whispers laced with promises of night.

The noble soul, though burdened, does not yield,
For truth and kindness forge a mighty blade.
While evil seeks to poison every field,
Its schemes dissolve when love will not degrade.

Though battles rage and tempests tear the sky,
The dawn will chase the blackest night away.
For even when the purest hearts must cry,
Their light remains, untouched by dark’s decay.

Thus good endures, though evil sways the land,
For justice lives where steadfast warriors stand.

JH