The Corruption

When the shadows are cast away,

Their powers will stay,

And the one with the flame,

Will be changed that day.

Controlled by the entity,

That the shadows withstood,

He will bring the end of eternity,

If the power he understood.

When that time comes,

It will be bright red,

From the blue it once was,

His soul, almost dead.

The fieryness of fire,

The hardness of earth,

The unpredictability of lightining,

The powers combined show his might.

With God like powers,

They won't stand a chance,

The beginning of the Darkest Hours,

They can not stand.

Author's Note

If any of you still know who I am, I'm still here.
I made this chapter to update my first story, and say something to you who liked and favorited it. If you are wondering where I'm trying to get, it's this: The poems I started to make for the story. I still don't know if you want me to continue the story or to just ditch it...
I made some poems to show you I haven't given up on writing, but if I don't gatter some inspiration soon...
Still, if you are missing the first poem, here you go: Prophecy Of The End .

If you were wondering where on earth I was, I was playing BF3 and some other games. Trying to improve my drawing and searching for inspiration.
If you still want this story to continue, please, say it, it is difficult for me to understand what you want to say if you don't say it.
So, bye, and see you all soon.
PS: If you know someone that read my other story: Of Moon And Shadows, say this to them.