Slayer of Dragons

Slayer of Dragons

Who is this Philistine
Whose sword and spear make Israel tremble?
Look narrowly upon him

He roars at me—
With fearsome voice and bellicose breath—
To flee the field of battle

He has forgotten his prior losses
He remembers neither my heritage nor his destiny
It is he that should quit the field

In my veins runs the blood of Adam. Michael
Archangel.  Ancient of Days.
Slayer of Dragons.

In my spirit resides the DNA of divinity
My Father’s Son. Child of God.
Heir of deity.

I was raised from water a Son of Christ
Clothed in the armor of God
Bearer of His priesthood

In me the Dragon will find no fear or flight
Armed with the smooth Stone of Israel
Victory is assured.

R.S. Ghio