The winds blew strong on a stormy winter’s night;
The desolate sky filled with threatening clouds.
Alone and helpless, I had long been filled with fright;
The moon had been snuffed out by malevolent shrouds.

Thunder rumbled, violent and loud, threatening all around;
Cracks and booms reverberated throughout the atmosphere.
The smell of char, ash, and cinder emanated from the ground.
Thick bursts of lightning snarled at all that were near.

Beneath the violence of the heavens, devastation had fallen.
In terror, I sought to escape fate’s calamity.
The devil’s chaos brought wicked beasts, vengeful and rotten.
They hungered for violence, vicious with depravity.

The plague of beasts instilled their wicked rule.
They were out for blood, thirsting for flesh and bone.
Ripping through flesh, their tortures were endlessly cruel.
I lived in fear they would find me alone.

A beast began to close in, and I could not run.
I awaited my tortuous end, cowering in fright.
In death, I would wake up and see the shining sun.
I bade angels rid me of this cruel night.

Somewhere, light dawned where darkness broke;
Clouds parted, and sunlight poured through.
Along came a hero adorned with a white cloak;
Dreams of salvation yet did dare to come true.

He unsheathed his sword and raised it high.
The light of the spheres glinted off his blade.
In a slashing motion, the beast’s end was nigh.
I hid away, distant in the shade.

His mantle glittered like molten moonbeams,
Liquid sunlight melted into fabric set aglow.
He was the protector I had hoped for in my dreams.
God spared a kindness in having him show.

In chivalry and compassion, his spirit lived true.
Full of might, he brought light to this life.
Because of his valiant spirit, healing could begin anew. 
Gratitude lives on where he did ease my strife.