Halting the movement of Winters pain.
Preventing continuous sorrow.
Sunshine breaks through endless rain,
To reveal a new tomorrow.
Trees regenerate, and flowers bloom,
Forsaken animals come out to play.
The turn of seasons ends looming doom,
And brings a new hope to a brand new day.
But what could possibly dim this time?
What could bring terror and fear?
An ancient race wrought from a demonic rhyme?
Could they cause the first crying tear?
None other but the creatures of the dark,
Bringing pain under the cloak of night.
Two puncture wounds being their only mark,
Then retiring before the dawn of light.
Sorrow and pain are yet again revealed,
As a new figure takes its form.
To pray on the light until Darkness is sealed,
And yet again rises a terrible storm.
Spring is merely a planted seed,
For the demons of the night will rise to power.
Whose masters call they will strive to heed,
Once united, before them all will cower.