unsheath your sword-
cast iron melded into gold
emerald tinged and silver
glazed in the vein of the
menacing weapon.

it belongs to you
and you to it
two warriors bound by the
eternal code of war.

adrenaline pumps.
but you do not
stand - gone tarne like a
blinded mild deer stock still
in the advancing
headlights- the very lights that snatches
your soul will lead you to heaven,
o sweet, innocent one.

and you do not run
fear and cowardice seeps into
your gullible heart
doubts fill your mind-
will you die gloriously for good
or live pathetically and so
miserably for evil?

instead, be filled with God's peace
and roar,
like the crashing waves of the mighty
oceans,
and fight this one war,
the war to end all wars.