Once upon a time, in a far away land,
where the night never ended and light won't last.
There was born, a little spark!
A miracle it was, for the people were scared
And the times were dark,
Hence no one dared, to call it their own.
The tiny spark, which once shone bright,
was fading down.
A demon there was, who ruled over hell!
In the darkest parts of the heart,
he claimed to dwell.
He saw the spark, went off his mark,
picked it up and took it home!
He fed it well, and let it dwell, slowly began to like it as well.
Days went by, months came and went, but in the spark there was little change.
It ate, it ate ... it ate, it ate .. but hardly was it getting well.
As the spark slowly faded, the demon now jaded,
Everything he owned, for the spark he traded.
His love, his hate, his destiny, his fate,
The souls he owned, the memories he mourned,
the castle, the kingdom, the light there never was,
the darkness he ruled, the mortals he fooled,
the power he had, to throw it all he was glad!
His only wish was to see the spark glow
someday he dreamed, he would make it a flame.
One day he woke, and saw he was alone,
with nothing left and without a throne
Since he never lost, any battles he fought
this time again he gave it a thought!
In a final attempt, he made his move
No one ever knew, what he was trying to prove,
He offered to give, his soul, his head
for the dying spark, he was ready to be dead.
And then what happened, it remained a mystery
For it never became a part of history.
The demon, the spark, were never heard of,
The land of darkness itself was gone.
A lazy sky, a selfish dawn,
the arrows of light, and the Earth, spun on!
I look around in the eyes I see,
A spark, a demon and the same misery.
I wait, I watch, to know the end,
Will the demon's dream ever come true,
Or the evil spark will eat him too????
where the night never ended and light won't last.
There was born, a little spark!
A miracle it was, for the people were scared
And the times were dark,
Hence no one dared, to call it their own.
The tiny spark, which once shone bright,
was fading down.
A demon there was, who ruled over hell!
In the darkest parts of the heart,
he claimed to dwell.
He saw the spark, went off his mark,
picked it up and took it home!
He fed it well, and let it dwell, slowly began to like it as well.
Days went by, months came and went, but in the spark there was little change.
It ate, it ate ... it ate, it ate .. but hardly was it getting well.
As the spark slowly faded, the demon now jaded,
Everything he owned, for the spark he traded.
His love, his hate, his destiny, his fate,
The souls he owned, the memories he mourned,
the castle, the kingdom, the light there never was,
the darkness he ruled, the mortals he fooled,
the power he had, to throw it all he was glad!
His only wish was to see the spark glow
someday he dreamed, he would make it a flame.
One day he woke, and saw he was alone,
with nothing left and without a throne
Since he never lost, any battles he fought
this time again he gave it a thought!
In a final attempt, he made his move
No one ever knew, what he was trying to prove,
He offered to give, his soul, his head
for the dying spark, he was ready to be dead.
And then what happened, it remained a mystery
For it never became a part of history.
The demon, the spark, were never heard of,
The land of darkness itself was gone.
A lazy sky, a selfish dawn,
the arrows of light, and the Earth, spun on!
I look around in the eyes I see,
A spark, a demon and the same misery.
I wait, I watch, to know the end,
Will the demon's dream ever come true,
Or the evil spark will eat him too????
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