The Battle Belongs to The Lord

We all stand ready, our armor clanking
With the frequent shivers of fear.
In the distance a horse whinnies.
The sound makes me start
And focus again on the barren ground in front of me.
This is the final battle of our lives.
Either we gain a great victory or we lose our souls.
But we have a secret weapon.
His name is Christ.
I look to my left and right and see the noble faces of my people.
They all share the same rock hard countenance and focus.
I turn forward again and see the faces of my enemies.
They stomp their cloven hooves with their heads tossing to and fro.
Assortments of snarls and snorts pierce my eardrums.
Their cries send chills over my entire being.
I hear the horn of battle sound and without a second thought, I draw my sword.
I set my face in a grimace and let loose a cry that shakes my bones.
I lunge forward to meet my opponent and my sword enters his paper-like skin.
The demon grunts and slides off the metal to the hard dirt below.
Its thick dark blood pooling under its lifeless body.
Breathing deeply I look at my shimmering sword and watch as the metal absorbs the blood.
"The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want" I murmur the Psalm under my breath as I surge forward once more.
"Yea tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."
A horned demon rushes toward me and I swing my blade with all my might across its neck.
"For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." I feel the Lord's presence surround me.
I skid to a halt to observe my surroundings.
My brethren all around me hacking at the evil at the end of their swords.
A lump forms in my throat as I see a sight of true terror.
Lucifer himself lounging on a towering throne built from the bones of his victims.
Blood still trickles down the remains of Christians past.
I stare in horror as he turns his face to mine.
His eyes glow deep crimson as he gazes into my soul.
I clutch my heart in pain and fall to my knees.
My mind blurs as I realize that this is the end.
Suddenly a bright light shines and I look up to see my Savior holding out a hand.
He is adorned in woven silver armor, glimmering sword in an iron grasp.
"Your prepare for me a table in the presence of my enemies, you anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows."
With new-found strength I take his hand and together we rush to the throne.
A rumbling growl emits from Lucifer's parted lips and a forked tongue snakes out.
"Come any closer, foolish mortal, and you will surely die."
"Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life."
I look at Christ and He gives me a beaming smile and nods His head.
"And I will dwell in the house of The Lord forever."
I spring forward, fueled by the intensely screaming voices of my brethren.
I aim the point of my blade directly at Lucifer's heart and it sinks in.
He lets out a bellowing cry and tosses me away.
Rising from the bloody throne, he throws his head back with a mighty roar.
At this very moment every demon on the battlefield pauses and watches in awe at their leader's lamenting.
His skin sizzles as the glowing hilt of my sword protrudes from his chest.
Slowly he begins to disintegrate and the screeching continues.
Finally, all is silent.
Then a tumultuous roar of victory permeates the air around us.
The remaining demons screech in fear and begin to flee.
Tears of joy stream down my face as I looked upon the face of my Lord.
He turns to me with open arms and encloses me in a warm embrace.
I then turn towards the joyful followers and declare: "We will triumph in our victory and we will raise up our banners to our God!"
They begin to cheer and I return my sight to Christ's face and He looks upon me with love.
"My child, you will SURELY dwell in My house forever."