Damnation Call (short poem of sorts)

I lit a candle, it cast it's shadow up on the wall
the shadows of the dark, they play in the glow of the flames
I can see the monsters out beyond the hill
They wallow in their debauchery,
and I yearn to ignite the fires bright
I can hear that cruel horn, it's call welcoming us all
The gates of damnation lay ahead
Marching toward them with mindless glee
Hear the voices, the few innocent and pure,
calling out over the starry night
Yet, we march, one, two, me and you.
Out beyond their reach, out where thought is still free
I can feel them, those who rage, those who rise against
They that call our names, they that race to save us
It is their word we must heed
It is their flag we must fly
For the knowledge the shadow seeks to devour
That is the thing we must hold true
For should we truly let knowledge die, we will all perish
Yes, there we lie, all of us, you and I.

(Please, leave a comment. any and all opinions welcome, as it's been a while since I've written anything. I can always use the tips and hints!)