Invisible Agents

spiritual, inspirational, non fiction personal vicarious experience

Brad was drunk
how he got home he’d
never remember
crashed on his bed, 
moonlit night
window open
3 in the morning
wee hour, wee mind
toxic brain
in ’n out of conscienceness
bit by bit he later recalled
before his own lie
testify
he lay senselessly irrevocably
drunk
bit by bit
in and out
grunts, ionic particles wafting
swirling speeding through
and into his bedroom
clashing steel was the sound
thuds and thumping
he recalled
his drunken eye slightly opened
to see glimmering sword
upraised, upthrust, lateral swing
blocked and thrust and blocked again
a shining dazzling figure in white
translucent being
battle engaged
against 3 demon foes 
red glowing swords their own
sustaining handling offensive war
the 3 agents of evil to 1 of good
who was
outgunned, outmanned
how long the battle thus far ensued 
he didn’t know he later, sober said
but in his heart he knew 
the one the reason fought 
against the 3 red glowing ones who
overwhelmed him, the shining one 
threw him to the ground
triumphant until,
a burst of light when 
two others came 
shining ones 
cut the 3 
into numerous pieces
that exploded into 
scattering orbs, lights of red
the melee was over,
the shining two 
lifted their fallen one
exchanged foreign words
looked through the window and met
Brad’s gaze
nodded acceptingly disappeared into air
taking their fallen one heavenward
Brad lay and
pondered, he knew
his life was owed 
to heaven’s messengers
flaming soldiers of fire
unseen by humanity at large
constantly guarding, guiding
mankind