Two brothers' war

Once put the world in upheaval

Though not solely of yore

Their names, Good and Evil

'Twas their constant struggle for power

That caused great nations to fight

But ne'er came the hour

When the end was truly in sight

Each side would leap forward

With Good's name on their lips,

His intent in their hearts,

His defense on their hips

Each side would cut down the other

As Evil's corrupt, twisted minions,

His prolongers and puppets,

His misled companions

And with either side

One brother would ride

And their champions

Would chant the name Good

Whilst 'cross the field from them

Their enemies would condemn

The most abhorrent name

Of Evil

But by the way it came to pass

Any casual observer understood

That howe'er long they deigned to glance

They'd ne'er know which was truly Good

And I tell you verily

That even from their first breath

It has been a rarity

For any to be sure they've got the names correct