THE EVERLASTING WAR
Light in Darkness and Darkness in light,
Two beasts feasting on each other's might,
Our hearts make us seek enemies,
Instead of working peacefully
Our hero is the keyblade master,
but he can't always prevent disaster
his skills with the sword are often refined
Till the day he loses his mind
The twilight bell shall mournfully toll
for the keyblade master has lost control
The end of the worlds
Is almost unfurled,
now matter how fast our swords are twirled
Can this be the meaning of bliss?