Good and Bad would duke it out,

Then Justice would have her fun.

All was fine and balanced,

Til Justice was up and gone.

Good searched all over

Fearing for his godly sister,

However it was in the Under

Where things were more sinister.

Bad had taken his chance

To tip the scale

For now that she was gone

Bad would prevail.

Balance was gone

And war raged on.

This, none thought was wrong

Save one.

Only one kept his eyes open,

A captain of low prowess,

Who would believe in the forgotten

And resurrect the godess.