Poem: Losing a battle

I am losing the battle.

I try to stand and fight, but I fall again.

The enemy comes closer- I can feel the heat of his fiery breath.

Slowly he advances as I scramble for a weapon,

But there are no weapons near by- my sword is broken

And all the potions that keep this enemy at bay are scattered on the sand

I can do nothing except try to stand and face the enemy.

But I fall again, and again, and again,

I fear that all is lost- he is closing in for the kill

And for a moment, I want to surrender to it- to stop this pain, to sleep, to lay down my arms and rest at last, but I can’t.

I see something glimmer in the sand- buried, but within reach.

I it out and find the golden sign that conquers all.

I am able to stand again. I hit the foe. He backs down for now.

But this battle is not over. It will never end. I only know that, with the sign,

With that great sign that conquers all, just as Constantine did at Milvian Bridge, I will prevail.