The battle of Stormwall

When the sun went up,

everything stood up.

Its rays embraced the earth

and lightened people's hearts.

All of them were contented

with their solar guide.

Though there was one,

who despised the shining power.

Full of despair was he,

fooled by the darkened skies.

His only wish; to banish the joy,

the bright guardian brought.

The sole reason, because he lost;

lost a dear one by the dazzling force.

And yet he reached his goal;

extinguished the flare and ruled alone.

The man became a tyrant,

in an isolated kingdom of misery and pain;

decaying people's hearts and souls.

Clearly, there was no hope...

Out of nowhere, a boy had appeared.

Someone whose smile

reminded of the holy power.

It could bring happiness and fortune.

His positivity turned deserts into forests,

But also revive the folk's, broken spirit.

The boy gathered the devastated citizens,

and playing his golden lyre he sang,

"Let us cast out that tyrant,

and his walls from this land."

The young boy rose his hand,

and at that moment, the heavens lit up.

The city's defences froze,

and its barriers shattered.

the people's wishes got fulfilled,

and their spirits restored the divine sun.

The boy rose the flag of revolt,

and the others followed craving

the salvation of their souls.

Next stop the Royal Chambers.

The tyrant predicted such misfortune

and faced the rebels all alone.

The young one stood against him

and with a swift move,

he blasted him with his light.

The tyrant fought back, concentrating the dark forces he possessed.

The final battle was reaching to the end;

soldiers fell, buildings were torn down.

But most importantly,

the tyrant stepped down.

A new era had arrived;

with optimism and cheerfulness dancing on the sky.

The light's been restored,

and their pre-dictatorial lives also.

The darkness has perished,

alongside with the boy who pursued it.

His accomplishments will be remembered,

he is truly the saviour of the sun.

and even if he's gone,

we have his blessing at last...