The Fall Poem by Brendon Secrist

A million souls,
From Hell itself,
Have come to put us,
To the test.

A flaming sword,
Ignites at my words.
I hold the key,
To the remaining cities.

We stand strong,
To the beat of a gong.
Out enemies advnace,
We have but one chance.

A flaming sword,
A millions words,
Roll from my tongue,
To control the intent of my words.

A millions screams,
A zillion light beams,
I vanquish them all,
I was the only one who had to fall.