How little men know about worlds,

About light about the great dark that boils behind all from a wave of the creators hand compassion and wisdom spilt into nothingness, but such marvelous gifts often come with hidden prices from the wondrous fountain of light was born the nameless fire that drives the deep well of midnight, a counter to all life as creation rolled on so to did the shadow unchallenged and untouched darkness spread burning and killing raping land, sky and flesh falling upon countless worlds it consumed and corrupted all life eventually the shadow fell upon a mundane world of feigned love and exaggerated loss curiously this blundering blue planet hosted men not easily purged though the great dark believed the sum of these men near its end it was only then when our story could truly begin...... They are hope the opposite of evil the creations counter to the endless nothing from which hell was born man is the balance to which the demon has no defense