The silver moon is full,
the far-off stars are bright,
yet deep is the darkness
of this silent night.
Dark clouds suddenly form,
hiding all the light.
Sinister shadows fall,
obscuring all from sight.
Then, cloaked in blackness,
something evil comes fourth.
As heartless as a stone,
and as cold as the north.
It rises into the sky
on great silent wings,
gone to spread fear and death
among all helpless beings.
Its true form can't be seen
by any human eye.
Except maybe in the end,
when it is time for us to die.
It has always been with us,
ever since the day of the Fall.
Lurking within the shadows,
seeking to claim us all.
It is continuously watching us,
and our darkest desires it learns.
Sharing with us its agony,
because its soul forever burns.
The shadow dragon is just one
of its many twisted forms.
It can be a devil too,
with razor-sharp black horns.
Its name is legion
and it has many faces.
It schemes and plains
in all dark places.
It hungers longing
after human life.
It smiles gleefully
at human strife.
It lurks deep within
every human heart.
Waiting for the chance
to tear our souls apart.
Its own ugly heart is full
of greed, spite, and hate.
It wants to take us with it,
and all together share its fate.
If it weren't for the love, bravery,
and kindness we try to show every day,
it would have long ago put our world
under its cruel and brutal sway.
Some of us will pray and fight,
turning our hearts again toward the Light ,
when the dread shadow dragon comes
silently out of our soul's dark night.
But some of us will bow before this Beast,
and sit with him at his unholy feast.
Raising blood-filled glasses with a grin,
to toast a world of madness, chaos, and sin.
