End Of Time Poem by Brendon Secrist

A quiet day,
A peaceful night,
I draw y sword,
And prepare to fight.

A mass of demons,
Both big and small,
Have come from hell,
To take our souls.

No mortal sword,
Nor spear,
Nor axe,
Can save us from our foes.

Our weapon is love,
Its our only hope,
But someone had to fall,
So the other could survive.

You searched for me,
Both day and night,
Until you found my soul,
In a deep dark hole.

You grabbed my hand,
And brought me back,
To love you forever,
And fight by your side.

I'll always be there,
Till the end of time.