~ War From The Brimstone II ~
A shadow looms in closely,
growing taller on the wall,
A silent, sleeping giant,
just waiting for my fall.
A vulture circles round me
and the Reaper grasps my
hand,
But I hear an angel whisper,
"Get up…you must stand…"
My legs are tired of
standing and they buckle
from within,
So heavy is my burden, there
seems to be no end.
I'm tired of fighting
battles with this devil at
my gate,
Who smiles and schemes
against me, while plotting
out my fate.
But the vulture keeps
circling and the Reaper
nears my hand…
And once again the edict,
"Get up… you must stand!"
I'm weary of this
struggle…I'm pummeled from
all sides,
My heart is pocked with
pellets from the tears that
I have cried…
Still the vulture has no
pity; he screeches out a
threat,
But my angel shouts back
loudly, "She isn't yours…not
yet!"
He crouches down beside me
and whispers his command,
"Come, you must be stronger!
Oh, get up now and stand!"
I stretch my legs with
vigor, then bend to find a
stone,
And throw it at the vulture
who preys on me alone…
I know it isn't over; that
he'll fly round to land…
But this time I am ready…
this time I will stand!
~*~
Sharon Frye ©2005
Heroes
of
the
Heart
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