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"The
Fallen Knight"
In
his mad attempts to rescue the fair maiden, his valiant behavior brought him
down to the place of mad battles and mad warriors.
He engages them, and caught them and wrestled them to the ground.
And then there was the unexpected to become something.
He felt the pain in the back as the ax of his warrior challenger had
cheated him. Instead of a face-to-face honorable fighting technique
perspective written by the most highest and sacred God, his enemy was to his
back, stepping up ever so slowly, waiting just for the right moment.
That without warning-- The assassin kills ' so he thinks' the mighty
warrior.
He
remembers the fall, as he went down- hard- forward- to face, down into the
ground. His helmet struck hard on
rock and dry dirt. The dust filled
up into his face and with his last gasp, he breath his last.
The assassin now walks away and brings back a spirit from the evil world.
He places a spirit on the back of the warrior that has fallen. Then the assassin flees with his booty in hand.
Oh the riches of the world he will- do- try. . . one of his own has
fallen, but he is filled with wealth, intrigue, and loyalty to the Devil. As our
fallen Knight begins to stand he notices a spiritual disease.
He knows he’s been forever chained to the demon of strife.
He leaves the battlefield and retires.
It
has been 16 months since our warrior, met an untimely Fate.
He takes his horse and goes for short rides.
His tries to journey for only a quarter paisley of what he once
commanded, at one time. “He thinks” How He could do life ferociously all day
from dusk to dawn. The Demon now able to reach every fiber of his being and
inflict hot acid on his head, and neck and shoulders, burning its way down to
the elbows, through the arms into the hands and fingers as his hands are alive
with acidfire! He settles in his abode, but the demon attached pulsating little
creatures with pins and knife and jagged glass to his base.
Gnawing away and destroying the support, the Knights legs falter and he
must now rest.
He
now only has his mind left to his resources. Day after day he endures, he forces
himself from bad, “bed to him is bad”.
He will not spend a day feeling sorry for himself; he has chosen to
believe in the faith of his ancestors. And
as Christ surely did suffer, he did so to show us who have faith that the human
body can endure, that the human mind can endure loss that the human heart can
continue to beat and find purpose. He has lost so much you might say?
Has he not strengthened his statement in Christ?
For, he treats each day with kindness and compassion. . .
The villagers love him not for his strength or beauty, but Character. He
is an inspiration, though some days he can do no more than to endure. . . Until,
he was once again is able to go and join the activities.
Thomas
A Sutor P O Box 2343 Lompoc CA
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All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...
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