The Great Battle

A poetic metaphor I wrote about the battle that we all must fight in this life. The battle for the hearts and souls of men between the great dragon, and our King, Jesus. Oh' taunting dragon, tongue of fire, ever seeking deaths desire, you speak in fractional truths "these broken pasts and present mired, you've fought with all, but now your tired". Hollow and holler are the dragon's gaze and charade. His deceptions draws them in. I, the sleeper, I feel into that deepest sleep, that darkened castle, that open grave beneath the dragons feet. Again, in threat, that great serpent speaks "your past decisions prove defeat, you useless soul, I know your weak." In my nightmares, in my sleep. As darkness covers my face, lost in the deep, I the sleeper, sleep. So this is the fruit of the dragon, and this is where we meet? In perpetual dreams with constant displays of such worldly ways. A cry, a plea! To God above, I need His strength. Is this be my fate? To be broken here, what that dragon eats? Fallen flesh, this warrior sleeps. Only conscious enough to hear the lies from the dragons lyre. No human strength can lift these lids, and break this sleep. Into the darkness, into the bleak. From dust to dust. From man to meat. Is this the sleepers defeat? Here at the dragons feet? In light revealed, the truth unveiled, the Glorious Son rose, and new beginnings flowed. The Slayer speaks, "Awaken Sleeper! and Arise from the among the dead. And I will shine on you." This is the Dragons defeat, as the Makers sword is passed to me, the sleeper, at the dragons feet. I will not tire as I rise! Eyes wide open into the fight, seek altitude for Spirits eyes. A broader gaze in fresh enlightened blaze, into the heart of purpose for this blooming eternal age, the gate is Grace. Hearts alive and mind on fire, feet are swift and light, protected by a Slayers attire of Shield and Sword, Belt and Plate. A trust in victory, to the Maker this day! Into the fire of the dragon lies, wielding faith a shield. The Blade that pierces this and that, breaking down the lies from fact, truth in all above and below, within, beside, without, unknown, that's been, that will be, forever a Sword in eternity. So the Awoken strikes! A fatal blow, when with faith through fear a slayer shows to whom the triumph goes. This is a battle cry for whom the Glory goes. Here the slayer knows...that victory and destiny, that freedom and liberty, go hand in hand. Here, in the present moment, the sovereign hand works for those whom love him, and trust in his ways. This is the victory of the slayer, in his weakest moment, in his deepest sleep. He was called out to victory. The dragon falls to the Sword that day. For the sleeper this was the only way. To be called from death to victory. The awoken warrior speaks, "To God be the Glory this day" as the enemy falls in display.