The Fight

On a day that the darkness crept

its icy touch chilling every inch of me.

The shades that marred me,

weakening me,

towards the point of no return.

When the choice of which path to choose

became too difficult that I

Sit and drift gently into that good night.

Years before, Heaven,

with the joyous sorrow of a mother,

Watches her babe leave home,

To start her life and bless all she met.

Then on that day this heavenly angel,

Was destined to shine light and help.

Offering rest to the weary soldier.

To get him back into the fight.

She would often go unnoticed.

But soon noticed she was,

Her almond skin,

Her eyes as oak,

And hair like the warm, welcoming earth.

From a smile to her warm kindness

The aurora of the angelic beauty warm and welcoming

Like coming home to a welcoming fire

on the coldest of winter nights.

Once I took notice

the darkness retreated a bit

but enough that I was able to kneel

then to stand and fight

for love and light.

By

Orion Ogma