I walked along the darkened streets,
Sensing the evil, this is where we meet.
I prepare for a battle, long and hard,
My body and soul hold many scars.

What shall I do to survive this fight,
Pray and hope with all my might.
Tonight I stand completely alone,
My emotions more like a rock or stone.

I am the one who comes to save,
My soul to light I willingly gave.
I have shed the blood of many a foe,
With fear the darkness will forever grow.

I stand atop a pillar high,
Watching with awe, the night sky.
Show me now where I must go,
Where the river doeth flow.

I know you now, can see you clear,
Hear my words, you demon -- FEAR.
I am the warrior of your nightmare,
I have come to face your fatal stare.

You cannot defeat me for I am right,
The color of my side is bright WHITE.
I am the wielder of the sword,
Return to Hell, you and your evil horde.

I am the victor, as was told,
By both the young and very old.
So the stories of heroes have grown,
Yet in the balance we all stand alone.

(c) October 4, 1992