Anguish and Zest

At day I fight the warriors fight. Because my heart is made of light, Comes the dread of mine own blight- Demons dark as blackest night. Except that oh, they do forget Falling Angels, a-many, I have met. Gone With the Wind is not Their name, Hellfires happenings will not break my sane. In the cold an’ crisp-air riot, Jests a-many Kill my kin, Love is my Name…I will not sin. Move They won’t Neither will I! Of course I’m bound to suffer and die- Proud I am of my heart, Quintessential of Heavens Lark. Rage the storm fiery and fierce So goes the Warriors ballad song. Tonight the tribulation will carry forth, Unless my soul is captured… Venerated and pure and true… Well, I will not give it to you, devil! Xeric though my land may be, You will not have that victory- Zeal for Him is my middle name.