Once the sun in the sky has gone to its bed.
And all is quiet in our world,
Monsters and demons awaken with dread,
And stories being to unfold.
Noises being to shatter the silence.
That is when the demons nightmare starts.
Because a figure sits alone in quiet defiance,
Entering fear into the other’s hearts.
Monsters scared of a monster,
How strange, I hear you cry!
But this is one they cannot begin to conquer,
As he sit and stares at the sky.
For he is not like the others,
By day he has another form.
In sunlight he works along with his brothers,
As night hits he starts to deform.
He walks alone each lonely night
But he holds no fear in his heart.
Though the whispers in trees may cause others fright,
He holds the power of black art.
Demons will stir with the pass of his feet,
But cower in fear in their lairs.
Any who challenge him are met with defeat,
And those that remain say their prayers.
With muttered words and the slash of a blade,
Slayed demons will fall to the floor.
As night drags on, the darkness will fade,
And the outcast will return to his shore.
The sun rises with the promise of light,
And he returns to his manlier skin.
A monster at night, by day he’s a knight.
And he fights to protects his human kin.