Surge

Peace has 

Arrived.

Rising like a fresh

Current

Through thick and

Stagnant waters.

The Dark 

Stirs

It has lost its 

Ground.

Lashing out, in its final

Surge.

Fear,

The Dark's only hope,

Gradually fading

Away.

Only a matter

Of time.

Breathe in the

Fresh and new.

Feel it raining down

From above.

A shower of 

Spring flowers.

Consecrates our

World.

Peace has

Arrived.