"The Battle for Ash'Tar" (fantasy)

Hello Everyone!

It is actually my first post, and I chose to share what I wrote when I was 16 (i'm 27 now).
Some background: I was very into World of Warcraft and similar fantasy games at that time and my imagination was running wild. I wrote multiple fantasy stories-poems, but this one is my favorite. Bear in mind that English is not my native tongue. Enjoy!

THE BATTLE

PART 1

The beginning of the dark times has darkened their eyes,
The evil seed in their souls came out with murders and lies,
The Order of Law could not stop this devilish wave,
To stop this, people should gather an army of the brave.

The Oracles predicted a historical battle,
Between demons from hell and Ash'Tarian people...

One old man has come up with an idea,
To make a sacrifice to the Gods of Ten Fears,
The Gods have heard their desperate plea,
And summoned a man, with no eyes or ears...

The people were shocked and scared,
What to do with a man with no eyes and ears?
But they didn't know what power he had,
He had the power of all Gods united.

After the summon, he was naked and weak,
Could not stand on his own two feet,
The men took him and put in their tent,
He lied there for a few days and saw his end...

Once again the people were shocked and terrified,
How could a son of the gods die?!
They knew they failed to heal the holy,
And now were waiting for the God's fury.

But nothing... the Gods sent no sign at all,
No storm, no lightning, no one attacked their walls,
Weeks passed and obscurity remained,
But people had nothing to do, just to gather an army of the brave...

They knew, a bloody battle awaited...

The last day before the battle the son of Gods was entombed...

THE LAST DAY

Silent wind was blowing,
Scattering dust all over their faces.
No one knew what's coming,
What will be today's ace of ace's.

They've put their armor on,
Took their swords and shields...
Their bravery still wasn't gone,
They knew how the sword wields...

Desperate prayers and begging for help,
Should get some of Blood angels into the duel...
But no signs came down from the bright sky,
Did Gods abandon our biggest pride?

The Army was confused,
But still hoping they won't loose.

To be continued....

PART 2

Thousands of men,
Standing still,
Waiting for battle,
Ready to kill...

Where are the demons!?
Young warrior asked himself,
No sign of evil,
Was on the fields end...

Did Oracles lie?
Predicted wrong future?
We were ready to die!
Because of those creatures!?

-We should slay them!
One man from the crowd yelled.
-No, we will sacrifice them...
The King silently told...

-But we still have to wait,
For the demons to come...
They were waiting all day,
And their patience was gone...

The sun went down,
The darkness came,
Strengthening evil,
Increasing damage and pain...

Wolves were howling,
Spreading the message through the night,
That something was coming,
Get ready to fight!

But the Loyal Army of the King,
Were making a sacrifice ring,
To kill the Oracles that lied,
The one's who defiled their pride...

They didn't see,
What's happening behind their backs.
That the demons were gathering,
That they were ready to attack...

Portals were opening everywhere,
Demons were pouring out with no fear,
The land was crumbling and chapping,
Bringing hell to the earth's surface.

One little boy ran and screamed,
That he sees fire in the end of the field.
That the Oracles weren't lying,
That their fate was wrongly sealed....

The men advanced to their positions,
And didn't care about the bad conditions,
But the army was already too late,
The Devil had already decided their fate:

-To crush and crumble those little humans!
With no mercy or sense of guilt!
Run forward my precious demons!
Begin the slaughter of the holy cult!

The front line was already burning,
Dying and falling from the devilish breath,
Their skin under the armor was boiling,
Rarely someone had seen such a painful death...

The wails of human spirits,
Awakened the man,
Who lied in his crypt,
Waiting for this moment to come.

A huge explosion of arcane light,
Released the Holy to join the fight.
The light from the bang was so bright,
That blinded everyone who was in sight.

When the light diffused,
And only the Holy Man remained,
Everyone saw that he's flying,
On his own pair of wings.

He put his arms together,
Whispered something under his nose...
He changed the weather,
Cleared the night's ether...

Then, he spread his arms,
And drew a symbol of a star...
Then, he flew down a little,
And said hello to the people of Ash'Tar.

To be continued...

PART 3

The crowd was excitedly cheering,
At the being in the sky,
They knew that help came,
From the Guardians Of Light.

The man flew up and spread his wings,
And became overwhelmed by the power of Four Winds,
Then, the sky turned so bright,
What was lighting up this night?

Millions of stars began falling from the sky,
Crystallized pure energy made the demons die,
Mystic sounds of banishing evil,
Were revolving in the ears of Ash'Tarian people...

Descending energy of light,
Strengthened the Holy Man,
He gathered his energy to fight,
To fight as hard as he can...

He lifted his right hand,
And a lightning stroke,
That left something in his hand,
An Epic sword...

Blood on the land,
Holy sword in the hand,
Thousands of demons,
Versus one man...

In unseen speed,
He was moving so fast,
Slashing and killing,
Turning evil into dust.

The purifying strength,
Of the Holy One,
Was fearing the Devil,
His plan had gone wrong...

Cutting through the Army of Evil,
Reaching his destination point...
Soon, he will reach the Devil,
Soon, he will end this fight...

But something had stopped him,
Something big and bright,
Strongly it squeezed him,
With it's enormous might...

A huge demon from hell,
As tall as ten men,
Holds the Holy One,
In his bloody hand ...

The huge demon was really tough,
But not as tough as the Holy One was!
Penetrated through the demon's hand,
With the Sword Of Ash'Tar he reached the end.

Finally he met, the Darkest One,
He was sitting in his Demonic Throne,
Many demons were guarding their Lord,
But The Man easily defeated his wards...

The Devil spoke in demonic,
He was casting a spell,
Becoming stronger and stronger,
Changing shape to something else...

After few minutes, bigger and stronger he was,
His eyes were glowing from his blood lust...
Bodies of slain humans started flying around him,
Then united and turned into an Axe of the Grim...

*There it was,
The final battle,
Between heaven and hell,
And the Ash'Tarian people... *

The Man was agile,
And parried Devil's wipes,
The Devil was strong,
And blocked The Holy One's strikes.

The fight dragged for many hours,
The battle was destroying the land,
Rippling in all kind of colors,
Was the battle between The Devil and Man.

But suddenly, something horrible happened,
The Devil had cut off the Man's wing...
He was rolling on the ground and moaning,
The pain took all of his vim...

The Devil was ready,
To make the final blow,
But the Man lied down steady,
And started to glow...

An Axe in the air,
A man on the ground,
Rolling tears of blood
From the Man's wound...

The glow was spreading,
Turning to a magical field,
While the Holy One was crying,
Releasing his powers that were sealed.

In a few seconds,
The Devil was burning in the Holy field
The field was spreading,
Resurrecting all the people the demons killed...

Soon, the field embraced all land,
Killing all the evil that left,
Turning them into sand...
Becoming One with the Man...

All world was engulfed few moments later...
The field killed all evil it touched,
The power of Light became greater and greater,
And soon no evil was left...

THE END