The Face Of Two Men Make Up The Eyes Of One,
Riding Atop A Horse... The Journey Has Just Begun,
Encircled By A Great Light, To guide Their Way,
One Travels By Night, And The Other Rides By Day,
Continuosly Moving, Connected To Eachother,
Siamese Twins They're Not, The Aren't Even Brothers,
Yet They Strive To Help the Other When It's Needed,
One Is Evil, And To the Very Devil The Man Has Pleaded,
The Other Good, He Worships God Till His Last Breath,
Connected By The Head Of Lords, Dieing Seperate Deaths,
The One Man With The Perculiarly Large Head,
Infected With Intellegence Of The Living And The Dead,
Made Up Of Both Men, He Has The Knowledge Of A God,
Possesing Brains And Power, Yet He Has No Plot,
The Wind Blows Them Away To A Distance Place,
They Start This Journey Over, And At A Differnet Pace,
Somehow Arriving Again To Where This Wind Blows,
To Realize They Are Looking Out A Helmets Windows,
Seeing These Mills Turning Avoiding The Blades Of Gust,
Travelling To Thy Destination, Keep Adventuring They Must,
They Arrive At The Grounds Just Before The War,
Drawing Arms Is One Man, While The Other Guides The Horse,
Galloping Full Speed... Killing Monsters Of This World,
The Mount Suddenly Stops, And Into The Air They're hurled,
Breaking Apart At The Head, The Helmet Shatters Into Shards,
Made Of Crystal And Glass, Gathered All Their Smarts,
One Lands In The East, The Others Falls To The West,
The Weight Of The World May Fall Upon Their Chests,
Good Is Armed With Nothing, And Evil With A Lance,
Charging At Eachother God Is Goods Only Chance,
Praying Before Battle, Saves The Day Of The Good,
The Evil Man Stops To Face, And This Is Where It Stood,
Nothing Happens To Either Yet One Thanks The Other,
These Two Men Are The Same, Closer Than Brothers,
One Talks Of Evil, And Says That Good Is Plain Non-Sense,
Good Complains Of Evil, This Is One Mans Conscience,
Basicaly My First Poem On Rb, Besides Forest Of Agony...
I Don't Know What You'll Think So uh....
PzOut...
_-SyaNidal-_