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?