The TIRED, OLD WARRIOR

 

Ephesians 6:11

King James Version

11 Put on the whole armour of God, 

that ye may be able to stand 

against the wiles of the devil.

I get dreams,

forever battling something.

This time,

I fought black scorpions.

So large and thick-shelled,

my metal spear clanked.

Then one scorpion shrinks,

goes into a young girl's back.

Possessively,

an older woman hovers over her.

Not good, 

not good at all.

The parasite must not,

ever reach the young girl's heart.

Then I espied a tired, old warrior,

sitting, wounded, and depleted.

He looks up at me,

would I continue the fight?

I take up the cudgel,

following both women.

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