A Glimpse of her

O' hear ye men, all your efforts have been for naught.

The sun still shines.

The moon still brightens the night.

What then has changed?

What brings vigor and renewed light in those measly little eyes.

Then why do ye struggle,

Why do ye put on a fight.

The sun sure shines.
The moon, no doubt, enlightens the night
forcing the darkness to remain only in the darkest of sights,

But bear in your thoughts and pondering and mind,
Every day brings a new sun that fills our sight
with new vigor and light,
So that the heroes have a new chance to prove their might.

Every night the moon shoos away the right amount of darkness,
The right amount of darkness
so that thieves may play their cards right.
The believers pay their prayers and offer sacrifice,
So that their relation with the believed remains the right amount of right.

So that 'She' may know,
The one who claimed to be her lover,
Just for the sake of single glimpse of sight,
Is, against the demons, still amidst a bloody fight.