The Ballad of Sir Nic and Baron Blasts

The two stared at eachother,
A faint recognition,
A bad taste in the mouth,
One carrying the banner of the constant Light,
The other a banner of exploding darkness.
Realization and disgust overwhelm,
Then without moments hesitation,
The once serene landscape
is turned into a hellish turmoil.,
As the two entities crash,
A tsunami hitting an erupting volcano,
Never before was such a battle seen.

Such mighty swings were had that day,
Earthshattering blows with whatever weapon,
As the combatants grew
To unnatural size and strength.
Telephone poles, uprooted trees, buildings,
The warrior of light matches the darkness
Blow for blow as such destruction
is wrought on the land.
Darkness pulls a plane out of the air
and swings exploding the hull
against our hero.

It is a mighty hit,
Our hero is toppled and the light fades,
But the good and noble warrior,
Of justice and truth,
Is gifted a new weapon,
In the wing of the plane:
A blade worthy of the ancient kings.

The darkness continues
It's horrible onslaught,
But does not see
the approaching blade.
That gentle knight,
Dealt such a smite
To the monster's skull,
It sent the beast flying backwards,
Entirely pained and distraught.

With renewed strength,
That truest warrior,
Lept afterwards and plunged forth,
the blade into the belly of the beast.
With the unworthy monster held in place,
And sufficiently subdued,
Our good and comely knight,
Champion of the light,
kneels down to pray.

The creature of darkness
Begins to groan and writhe
Then, with prayer being done,
Our faithful knight
Did twist that blade,
and instantly upon withdrawing
That cold metal,
The beast did scream and explode into
billions of particles of pure light.

Thus endeth the Ballad of Sir Nic and Baron Blasts as I have been told it. Amen
(Inspired by dream and the 14th century poem "Gawain and the Green Knight" and many other Arthurian legends)