I’ve battled Satan. He has invaded my slumber and pursued my days. With yesterday still ringing in my ears, I’m bruised. Not beaten. Never beaten. Sinner or saint? Who should judge? I’ve slain today’s temptations. Tomorrow. Tomorrow yields yet another skirmish of sins. Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson * I liked my first version of this quite a bit but I don't think people understood what I was trying to say. This is a reworked version of that first piece. I hope you enjoy. <3
This is a piece from 2016. It refers to the Unseen demons we all battle. When I came across this picture, which I thought was amazing, I thought she would be a perfect representation of that warrior. Enjoy. ❤
U – Unseen
Head up, shoulders back.
The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.
She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.
She has the resolve of the Ancients. Her battle will forge the way.
Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.
She does not fear the battle. Her battle started long ago. She knows her worth and will not cower. She will not compromise for their whims.
She sees tomorrow for her daughter and her sister. If she must go alone, it is for tomorrow’s legacy.
Finally, she will stand tall in the face of those that wish to cast her to the shadows; those that do not want her truth to be heard.
Tomorrow brings hope; hope for a time when she can lay down her sword and her sisters will go free.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
*On this Veteran’s Day, my humble offering of a small tribute to those that serve and those that have served. Thank you.
This man is a mere mortal of flesh and blood. The light I see in his eyes is that of an honorable man.
He sees the demons and beasts that few of us see. He would give his life to slay them.
These beasts are not in the form you would know. They wear the cloak of innocence. They are the neighbor next door or the woman at the market.
This man stands at the ready so you can sleep safely in your bed tonight.
He runs toward the demons in our world, not away from them. There are battles to be fought and demons to slay.
How can we repay the sacrifice?
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson **Beautiful artwork by Murphy Elliott
U – Unseen
Head up, shoulders back.
The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.
She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.
She has the resolve of the Ancients. Her battle will forge the way.
Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.
One day in the dark of the forest, down at the bottom of that deep, dark well, he came to me.
His arms, strong, but tender, raised me from the depths of that well.
The blue of his eyes shone through the night as if the light were coming from within.
I discovered this man was a mere mortal of flesh and blood. The light I saw in his eyes was that of an honorable man. The honor this man carried with pride, was that of rare and unimaginable beauty.
I knew he was a man, with weaknesses as men have. But I saw what was inside. He was a Nobleman of Old. He saw the demons and beasts that few of us see. He would give his life to slay them.
He thought his life was better served on the battlefield.
This man had no sword or armor, as we would normally see with a Knight. He relied on his instincts and his brethren in the heat of battle.
My hand touched his, one last time, as he turned his shining eyes away. I knew he couldn’t stay. He had paused on his quest just long enough to give me a glimpse of himself. There were battles to be fought and dragons to slay.
Beautiful artwork by Murphy Elliott
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