Fighting The Good Fight (Poetry)

Old demons are storming the ramparts of Heaven
cold winds have been raging for hours tonight
and rain lashes down with such terrible fury
as darkness attacks the brave angels of light

The thunder of hooves as their armies are clashing
would waken the dead who would sleep evermore
but these elements fight as their nature demands it
good reason falls victim to lunatic war

The trees thrash their branches in crazy confusion
white lightning flashes — Saint Michael’s bright sword
cutting a swathe through the wolves that surround us
protecting the flock of his sovereign lord

The battle continues as fiercely as ever
the very earth trembles — recoils at each blow
while nervous prayers rise to request resolution
and a peaceful night’s rest for all creatures below

Then a sign in the east shows that rescue’s forthcoming
a pale sun declares our good angels hold sway
as the forces of darkness obey the light’s dawning
and melt in the face of victorious day