The Battle Of Souls
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The scene, a cold `n misty morn, where magic tales and myths be born. The gathering amassed at the base of the mound. The army of darkness and angels of light encircled around. Our hero, the white knight in gleaming armour appeared. With his steadfast arm and sturdy lance; readies his horse, charges! And now must take his chance! Head raised high, fighting for freedom for all. Heaven stands still, motionless for a second, he must not fall! One direct hit in the Demon`s heart will suffice. The dice has been thrown, but not out of choice. Perish the thought `er justice fails. Equilibrium must be returned to the imbalanced scales. Evil awaits to spread the demon seed. It hath no care `n brings despair to face and creed. Filling the world with treachery, false lies and hate. Our guardian saved us this day, and death is not our fate. But still, the Devil beckons me, and is smiling, standing, at Hell`s gate . . .

Copyright. (c) Dave Heath 2008

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Thanks for reading ..
Dave .

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