[NightHawk]: 105.NightHawk's Poetry Index.Fires of Rayge

Fires of Rayge

Turning, burning, hellish churning,
Chaos reigns, law is dead.
Good People above scream in fright,
Until savior of souls arrives.
Dispelling tyranny, strife, and hate,
The Warrior of the Light battles;
Demons and devils fall to his sword,
And light from above armors his form.
Evil vanquished, chaos suppressed:
Fires of Rayge burn no longer.