they come at me with weapons,
such as swords.
But these are far more damaging
than what any sword could do.
I try to slay them,
but my arms grow weary
and my heart weak.
For they come in droves,
all I can see, is them,
running, yelling, cursing.
My feeble attempts to protect myself,
become more feeble by the second.
Soon I’m on my knees.
While they yell at me, they curse me,
they curse my God.
My anger at their words drives me,
I swing my sword back and forth.
The sight of blood thrills me for a time.
But their chants grow louder
and still they come.
Once again I’m on my knees.
Now my back.
The creature shoves his sword-like weapon,
he shoves it against my throat.
The point, it touches my skin and draws blood.
I hold back my scream, biting my tongue.
The point is pushed harder.
I scream.
The creature laughs.
They all laugh.
I cry out.
I cry out to my God.
The silence that comes so sudden is deafening.
I wait.
They wait.
A set of footsteps is heard.
The creature moves away from me.
I crawl backward, my lips moving in a silent plea.
The footsteps grow louder.
The creatures form a half circle around me,
as if waiting to see who I have called.
But they know, just as I do.
We all wait, staring breathlessly.
Waiting.
A man comes over the hill.
A gleaming sword in his hand.
His steps are sure and his jaw is clenched.
He is ready for this fight.
He stops a few feet away from me,
farther from the creatures.
It’s like I’m the prize,
I’m set before them, helpless.
I’m between them, glancing back and forth.
A creature steps forward,
daring my rescuer.
My saviour slays him quickly,
as if it is nothing.
soon they are all laying around me,
dead.
Except for one.
This one seems to be the leader.
He’s far bigger than the rest.
My saviour and the creature circle,
their grips on their weapons almost slack.
I blink and look again.
They are holding their weapons,
not tight like they should be but loosely, as if playing.
I start to cry out to my saviour,
be careful.
But it only comes out in a moan.
The creature says something.
It’s as if he’s mocking my rescuer.
It goes on for quite some time.
my muscles are hurting for being so tense.
My eyes close for a second,
but they snap open at the sound of a thud.
My rescuer stands over the creature.
His face is mournful, overly sad.
He glances at me and puts his sword in his sheath.
Picking me up, he carries me through the forest.
I am so tired and relieved, I go slack in his arms.
His caring eyes look down at me, filled with love.
I smile up at him weakly.
I take His hand and whisper,
ever so softly,
"Thank you, my Saviour.
My Lord.
Thank you, my God,
the One and Only. Thank you."
