The Overthrow of Evil

Crouching in the grass,
long forgotten,
is evil.
It lays in wait.
The long march to Hell's gate,
seems forever long.
Then, light comes.
A battle against the old enemies!
Smashing and clashing.
Dashing and crashing.
The Hoods are strong,
but the Wings are stronger.
Prisoners, wide eyed.
Hoods shriek,
for their strength is meek.
Their situation, bleak.
Desperately clawing,
desperately gnawing,
their gnashing teeth cease.
The light has won,
now, darkness must run.
Another kingdom, destroyed.