The God of Peace, forever in motion,
No time for reflection, no need for devotion.
His horn resounds, bringing joy anew,
In every heart, his melody rings true.
The God of Peace, his horn's sweet song,
Brings harmony, where it once was wrong.
But deep inside, a shadow looms,
A demon's call, in silent rooms.
With magical water, he paints the land,
Green mountains rise at his command.
Crops ripen, flower gardens bloom,
In his wake, nature's sweet perfume.
The God of Peace, his horn's sweet song,
Brings harmony, where it once was wrong.
But deep inside, a shadow looms,
A demon's call, in silent rooms.
Names bestowed, identities formed,
Barth, Pip, Toblin, Dwight adorned.
Yet Dwight's gift, a hat so dear,
Unveiled a truth, sparking fear.
The God of Peace, sparking fear.
The God of Peace, his horn's sweet song,
Brings harmony, where it once was wrong.
But deep inside, a shadow looms,
A demon's call, in silent rooms.
In the mirror's gaze, a demon's face,
An echo of his own grace.
Alder, in turmoil, seeks a clue,
To rid himself of this darkened hue.
The God of Peace, his horn's sweet song,
Brings harmony, where it once was wrong.
But deep inside, a shadow looms,
A demon's call, in silent rooms.
Silent.
Silent.
In the battle within, Alder must find,
The strength to leave the demon behind.
For peace to reign, within and out,
The God of Peace must conquer doubt.