"No Battles to be Fought"

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It seemed there was no war to win, nor any battles to be fought,

No host of foes, no dragon-kind, no victory to be sought.

Peace was won (or so it seemed) and the drums of war drummed dim,

So in my silent reveries, I would recall my ancient kin…

Their violent days would quicken my heart and excite my every thought;

their very lives were gained by blood, each breath was painfully wrought.

But the days of glory had long since passed (or so it seemed to him,

to that naïve boy that I once was, whose life was ruled by whim).

Today I learned that a war rages on and my pining was for naught.

Today I encountered my enemy and discovered his dreadful plot.

He besieged me like a castle, and tried to take me from within.

Lucifer, the 'Light-bearer', he knows how to incite sin.

The light he bears is fire, of a kind intensely hot.

He set my passions ablaze, and confused the defenses of my thoughts.

When the drawbridge to my heart was down, the invasion did begin.

It was when my mind was darkened that the Enemy entered in.

But hope remained, though I had thought the battle to be lost,

because Christ the King had sallied forth to his death upon the cross.

I recalled the blood and tears of God, which doused the holocaust,

and restored my thoughts to the battlements where they resumed their watch.

Today I fought a battle in the war for my salvation.

An attack was halted by God’s grace and my cooperation.

It was today that the hero within me was awakened;

I’d been armed and armored with a poetic inspiration.

The Sword of Truth was what I used, the weapon of God and men:

Today I won the battle with a trusty little pen.

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