In the Mist
Swords clashing and fists flying
Some won’t return and family will be crying
This battle is hard, it’s my first
And my breath is taken away, I thirst
I call to the Lord, protect me
As men are falling all around me
These men are huge and I’m afraid
In one position I stayed
Until I was found and I had to defend
At that moment I felt a brisk wind
The mist came over the area
I hear screams and hysteria
The man would tare me apart like a toy
But in that mist I saw the figure of a man
And he reached out his hand
Be not afraid my son
The battle is already won
He began to fade away into the mist
I grabbed my sword and made a fist
I felt the mist come inside
And I no longer wanted to hide
The man came at me and I laid him to rest
And in that moment I realized it was all a test
Though you may want to cease and desist
In your struggles and battles, God is there in the mist
