Rider's Epic

The on going sruggle of Good v.s. Evil. I

Their were two Riders,
Locked in combat,
One was Truth and Justice,
His sword was pure,
His helm righteous,
His armor true,
His dragon was Benevolent as he,
His dragon’s scales were as pearl
His wings of silver,
Sliced through the air,
His claws was white as ivory,

The other was, Wicked and Evil,
His sword was stained with Blood
His helm was made,
Out of the scalps of innocents,
His armor, the bones of Right,
His dragon was as Malevolent as he
His scales were blacker then night
His wings of blood-red
Made the earth tremble
His claws were stained
With man’s blood

The Dragons fought,
As did the riders,
For all eternity
Good and Evil
Together
Forever