To make a final stand

In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand,
Some of evil, some of good,
To make a final stand.

Creatures of the light and dark,
Stand with hand on sword,
Some to serve the grand old witch,
And some the dark dank lord.

Elves and men stand side by side,
The dragons take to flight,
Horses start at the great unknown,
As now begins the fight.

Charging forwards, eyes aflame,
Hundreds hit the ground,
On the floor by living feet,
The dead now doth surround.

Forgotten in that darkened lord,
And that forest grand,
Where creature of myth and tale,
Fought a final stand.