Invisible Agents

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