On a thunderous night,
a time, when mankind was challenged to fight;
there was lightening, and there was pain,
there was so much more than just pouring rain.
The fiend, now, wide awake,
while asleep, his passion was at stake.
But now, he has found his place,
castle of nightmare, is where he stays.
The sky cried, and
the smile died.
But, promptly, hope restored,
and mortals rejoiced.
The fiend defeated, yet again,
his atrocities are all glued in vain.
Land, full of men and women, danced triumphantly,
like despair was never here to accompany.