Losing your thoughts

There comes a time in every writer's life (wow I sound old) when the inevitable must happen. All of us will have this one moment where we go "duh"! Today was my day. I have officially become a writer by having this small moment of weakness happen to me.

As I was cleaning out files from my computer, of which I have several hundred, I came across a file that I had never seen before, but I had obviously written it because it was a word file. I opened it up and it was written as a poem. It was at that moment, I went, "OH! I remember writing this!" At that point I realized, I have been writing way too long.

I usually have a backstory as to why I write each of my pieces, but it escapes me as to why I wrote this one. War has never actually been something I like to write about. This poem, however, was written just for that. I believe I wrote it from the vantage point of a soldier. Whom the enemy was supposed to be, I'll leave that one up to you. This poem is just as much a mystery as it will be to the people who are about to read it. Enjoy!

The Fallen

I kneel before my attacker
My guardian from Heaven
My demon on earth
My salvation in life.

I watch and wait
waiting for the moment to strike
secretly listening and watching
for the signs and signals
of their coming
and their second revolt.

I kneel to my protector
my rod,
my shield,
he is my only defense
When the time comes
for me to call out his name
and tell him I fight for him
I will stand with pride
and I will crush my attackers
and kill his betrayers.

The streets are silent
by millions of voices
of those who would be them.
Those who know they are something more
than just the people they think they are.
In my heart
They are
the ultimate enemy.

To crush evil dressed as good
or to save the good believed to be evil
will be the only question in my mind
when I raise my weapon
and we battle for the first
and last time.

The battle lines will be drawn,
the last of their kind
will be summoned from the darkness of light
and from the heavenly light of the shadow
and we'll see who will strike first.

The skies will darken,
the clouds will combine,
and it shall rain
the tears of a thousand angels;
the tears shed for the soul-less fallen
and tears shed for the souls who will fall.

I will don the clothes of the avenger,
sheath my weapon and draw it like he,
caress the shield around my neck,
kiss it one last time
and take the first steps at the nearing army.

And some of them will have plans in their eyes
and some of them will have tears.
I will show no fear in my face,
but in my mind
I will tremble with the knowledge
of what is my task.

Someday it will be their will
to send me to the place I have only read about
and it will be mine
to send them to the place
they should have always been.

Until next time.