Demon Hunter

Rising once again, from this ground stained with blood.

Dagger in soul.

The bitter cold wind cuts to the bone, and reminds me of what I've lost.

This dark night has taken hold of me and won't let me rest.

I carry my broken spirit and bruised body up this long dangerous path.

I think I see a glimpse of light.

My sword hanging heavy in hand, drags tip on the ground.

I dare not put it away.

The beasts in the chasm howl for my soul, rattling the bones of the fallen.

I'm tired and weary, no sleep in soul.

But I must Carry on.

I can see the sunlight! I push on harder.

I can feel a small fire begin in my bones.

As I reach for the day, I can feel the wretched claws of the night losing their hold.

My last strength given, I collapse in the sun.

I can feel the dagger vanish away, like ash and smoke in the wind.

The wound remains, but it will heal.

I will rest in this moment, a moment of truth.

I have not lost what I thought.

My time here is all too short, but 'tis sufficient.

I rise to my feet, with an ache in my soul, but gratitude in my spirit.

Gratitude for the strength that returns to my bones.

I grasp the hilt of my sword, the gift of my King.

Onword!

The spirit in me calls.

I hear a voice, calling in the dark, deep in the valley I am yet to enter.

Her voice is familiar, I have followed it from valley to valley.

I fear she has followed the valley floor, and has forgotten the warmth of the sun.

A.J.P.

September 16 2021