Drider_it

I typed this sometime around the night my uncle passed away from cancer. It was one the most horrible and darkest moments of my life. The first time my eyes were truely woken up to what it can do to you and those you love...

although im no writer nor will I every clame to be.. I wrote this cuz i just had to do something to express the hurt and pain I was in at the time.

Thank you for letting me share it.

Drider



To battle Death

Gone was the angelic voiced that rang throughout the sanctuary. The glorious colors that cascaded around the open arie. A pall had settled over the holy place. In the midsts stood a knight. His armor torn, and worn. His flesh showing through the gaps rent by the war he fought. His shield splintered and broken. Still he held what was left by the straps, the blows it absorbed could still be heard ringing in the air. His Sword of Life, given to him by his King, lay broken along the floor. The mighty blows against this unworldly foe would not be halted. His hand he held the hilt. What little light left in the holy relic glowed feebily a last stand against the darkness ahead. His helm dented and his visor ripped off. Blood flowed down his brow, its sting felt in his eyes.

Yet all this, mattered little to him. The battle had just began. There before him lay the fallen warrior. He fought the good fight. Even though life had left him, still the warrior battled on till he could no more. The mortal wound he took finally claimed him. To his knees the warrior fell. His last breath, as his eyes dimmed in this existence spoke of joy and life.

The knight felt a pressure at his back. The darkness had arrived in a rush of black robes and a metallic ring of a scythe. Death appeared over the warrior. Its skeletal hand reached into the fallen warriors chest and claimed his precious soul. The knight fell to his knees in sorrow. The very marrow of his bones growing cold in the presence of death. What could he do against this creature he thought. He began to hang his head in hopelessness. His last tear, the fallen warriors sword caught up the moisture and a radiance of light exploded through out the sanctuary. Death hissed and retreated for a moment, content to hide in the shadows of the rafters and watch.

The knight looked up sharply and beheld his King. "Fight for him fight for ME and what I have given you!" echoed through out the area. The kinght began to tremble. A holy rage coursed though is body as he stood. Death faced him as he took a step forward. The knight began his mantra.

The Lord is my shepherd. The knights armor flared. A mini nova of flame surround him in the briefest of moments. The tears and rents mended and sealed.

I shall not want. The knights helm fused together and became one. His eyes glowed with the power of his King beneath the visor.


He restoreth my soul. The knights shield, its shattered beaten remains floated above the floor. The radiance of his eyes captured every detail as the splintered pieces flew around him faster and faster. A blue of light and motion, the sum of the whole came together and slammed into his forearm. The sound of well used leather creaked as the knight gripped the straps holding his shield. A massive lion head ordained his shield. A symbol of his Lord. It roared at death.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. The knight held out his hand, doubt erased from his being. The sureness of his purpose flowed through his body and outwards. His faith sustained. The Sword of Life remade and glowing as a new star, spun end over end, coming to its masters call. As the sword slammed into the knights open hand he shouted...

"I will fear no evil" and he charged death fully.

There they met, the battle ground being the middle of the sanctuary.

Death swung its scythe.. "The wages of sin is death"

The knights shield parried the blow.. "... belive in Me and have everlasting life.."

Death spun reversed his stroke and came high though the knights defenses. The tip striking at the knights shoulder.. "all have fallen short of the glory of God.."

and was stopped by the Knights armor.. "all that beliveth in be shall not perish"

On and on they fought. A dance of death and life. For hours they fought, blow after blow, struck and parried. As dawn slowly began forming on the horizons, the knight stepped low, blocking yet another telling blow of Death's. With a shout he swung his sword.

Death saw the blow coming, powerless to stop it. "Today you shall be with me in paradise...." The blow caught Death, holy power infused the soul of the warrior releasing it. Tossed against the wall, Death could only watch as its prize escaped.

In a flash of light the warrior was remade and whole. Glowing with wondrous power he stood before the knight. The knight fell to a knee and bowed his head in prayer of thanks.

The warrior smiled and turned to death.

Death stood and spoke. His words sending a chill into the air around him. "All shall feel my touch one day. No one escapes death."

The warrior reached out and placed a hand upon the knights shoulder. "And on that day this brave soul before me will have one to watch over him and battle you just the same. So long as there is love and hope, you shall never win!" The sanctuary exploded with light and life. Angels arrived in a host of joyous celebration. Death turned and flew out the doors banished from the holy place.

The knight stood before the warrior as the angels caught him up. "Keep His love" whispered to the knight as they faded in the light of forever.

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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.