Darkness swells this world, for it is at its end
Light falling into oblivion, hurling into death
A being of neither yet both walks its surface
Pitying its foolish parents
For they always cause trouble.
The balance of reality is kept in a state of purity
Neither Light or Dark rises supreme
Equality is the need of the worlds
Both negating each other with equal power
Now, they try to upset the balance
The keeper gazes on their folly.
Demons slaughter any in their way
Angels tricking mortals with lies
Gods and Goddesses abusing their power
Those beyond the few planets here
Plundering for riches they do not need
Enjoying the opportunity
The keeper notices nothing really has changed
But as always, balance must be kept even if there is no change
Bathed in black and white cloth
With one, just one gleaming emerald resting on its neck
Slowly stalking the ignorant sparkers of chaos
It channels what gives it is power
The beautiful large emerald-like crystal
From deep in the sun
As the force burns, echoing forever through the land.
A beacon of pure, radiant light pushes through the encroaching darkness
The scales start equalling
Not fully, but closer
The abusers hide, as they see their power wane
Light wielders see almost balance, they bring their powers out for all to see.
The grayer keeper, like dusk and dawn mixing in a harmony
Night and day calming after the unbalance
Its job is done
As there are mortals with ideas beyond them
Their will be bored manipulative immortals
Hungering for unbalance
Desiring for chaos
And receiving their own end.
The keeper, now glowing with pure twilight, leaves the world with a sense of completion
Awaiting the next task.
A poem about Hayelon the Guardian, and twilight, I think, or maybe also Balon.