Though the Righteous May Fall

Dark ominous skies tower above me
Waiting to release the rain
Struggling to get up I move and I stir
Pushing my body through pain
My vision is blurry my head in a tunnel
Sound echoes off everything around and lingers
I taste blood in my mouth and quickly remember
Then clinched fist is formed from my fingers
Slowly but surely I stand on my feet
I smell of dirt, sweat, and stink
The fight before me is not yet done
I cannot condone the havoc it wreaked
Fighting to breathe, I still take in air
A rib sending pain through my side
I feel wet flowing down and heat on my leg
I’m sure is blood seeping through a cut open wide
I’ll fight till the end no matter the cost
No matter the hurt I endure
I cannot lose ground to the evil before me
That looks to corrupt all the good and the pure
A champion of light is the last thing I am
Not worthy to stand in this place
Still I will fight until the battle is over
Permitted to act through His grace
My race not yet won, I press my feet forward
Against my enduring opponent
At the end of the day, victory is mine
My final worth will be told in this moment