The Sleeper the Awoken

A poetic metaphor I wrote about the struggles of life, and in our own minds. There are so many different opinions and voices, but ultimately the Word of God has power, and he has given that Word to us. When we believe in his goodness and word, we discover his love. 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 fell 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. 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 Dragon's feet? A cry, a plea! To God above, I need His strength. In time through light the truth revealed, the glorious Savior who is a graceful Slayer rose. The Slayer speaks, "Awaken Sleeper! and Arise from the among the dead. And I will shine on you." This is the Dragon's defeat, as the Slayer's sword is passed to me, the Awoken, at the Dragon's feet. I will not tire as I rise! Eyes wide open into the fight, seek altitude for Spirit's eyes. Embracing a broader gaze in a fresh enlightened blaze leads me into the heart of purpose for this blooming eternal age. A trust in victory, to the Slayer this day! Hearts alive and mind on fire, feet are swift and straight, protected by a Slayers attire of shield and sword, belt and plate. Into the fire of the Dragon's lies, wielding faith a shield, the Slayer's word a sword. The blade that pierces this and that, breaking down the lies from fact. To find truth in all above, below, within, beside, without, unknown, that's been or ever will be, his word remains to me, forever a Sword in eternity. The Awoken strikes! A fatal blow, when with faith through fear the Awoken shows to whom the triumph goes. This is a battle cry for whom the glory goes. The Awoken knows that destiny and grace, and that freedom and faith, go hand in hand this day. Here in the present moment, the sovereign strength of The Slayer arises for those whom love him, and trust in his ways. This is the victory of the Awoken, in his weakest moment, in his deepest sleep he was called out by the Slayer to victory. The dragon falls to the sword that day. For the sleeper this was the only way. To be called from death to eternal worth, to rise in truth as he's called forth. The Awoken warrior speaks, "To the Slayer be the Glory this day" as the great serpent falls in display.