Defiance implies a superior guiding authority. Without the law there remains nothing against which to rebel in self-servitude. Therefore being a man of singular conscience reliant upon the gratification of my own internal guidance, there is no guilt or grace. This is the story we awake to tell ourselves daily, refreshing the ideal that we live outside the reality which is an prefer the reality which we maintain in our own power, projection and dreamt authority. What a waste of my own internal potency and power.

The fog whispers to every man, come dine within, you have but to reach in to the dynamism of dream to answer the quenchable hunger and thirst within your breast. The mist lies, knowing that there are only so many days in the measure of life it has but to lead you astray this one, then leave tomorrow to do its awful works. Who among us has reached into the bag of many wonders, given into the compass of the heart and not found the lands barren, old, decaying and desperate?

Then who dost my defiance answer? What servant of the dark am I in pursuance of dreams so false that they steal from a man’s inner strength, not to mind the lost wages or constructs of just pursuit? If I throw daffodils at rainbows seeking splendor of a colored life expecting tomorrow to have belly full then I ought live among the birds for grass will be my fodder. What manner of a foul beast would concoct a paradigm thus inclined? Who would whistle and pray that each find his way into abandon and separation from the faculties of reason and reality? Who would so lust for my downturn that they would goad me into decisions that profit me not and steal from my length, strength and hope of life?

If there is no enemy then there be no need for war. Who then shall stand against me visibly shaken by my rattling sword? No one is there no one who will admit this assault upon character and person, unrelenting in its quest to achieve my ruin? Art though hidden by realm and sea or relevancy?  Despair complete that the thief of our greatest hope simply begging us pursue the tainted call of heart is but itself a fairy fantasy with no teeth reaching into the light of day to bring a piece of darkness for our choosing.  No there must be thought before reason and contemplation before words or plan. This foe be real as real as the theft of my portent and accountability. Then the power of his prison reside in the concealment of this poisoned will. Thus the Light, the power of Light in its revelation proofs all things.

What then to anvil must I place my mettle and shank? Shaped by another hand unseen but felt to the mooring of my making, the hammer of God’s workmanship. This is the dawn of my emergent hope, born again in the surrender of self and redemption from captivity of the persistent whispers of promised splendor. No more I say, then repeated in the drumming of God upon my essence, driving dross from within my cells, leaving naught but pure tempered spirit. This foul dream is driven from me, now my quest is manifest, in chasing away the dark that others might be cleansed and free in hope of light. The enemy persistent until his removal by the King, vigilance the answer to temporary things and hope the comfort surety in things eternal yet to come.