Moon Chills

I couldn’t speak. Alone in the dark I felt its force watching me. It wouldn’t leave me alone. Chills began to roll down my spine, I had to fight. I couldn’t see anything, but I did see the glowing moon light in the sky. No matter what I did, this force wouldn’t leave me alone. It was like I held the key to the gate of a better world and every day that I got closer to opening it got harder and harder. It was just me being myself, but this force, no matter what I did wanted more. I had no where to run to, no where to hide, everything I loved the force destroyed. Everything I thought was mine the force took. Death began to run across my thoughts, falling into the darkness of night—into an unforgiving hole of grief and sadness, never to see earth again. The chills got worse.

Why am I here? Was I born to defeat this negative force giving me hell? Fighting with everything that I had left in me, I felt my flesh getting weak. I’d given everything, and it still wanted me. Shaking naked in a room sweating, I couldn’t give up. Surrounded and out numbered, I begged God to take me home, but in the end as a man, I had to face my fears. I fought in the darkness of night with my fists and fingernails, the pages of my bible had been burned, my sword and gun had been melted. Blind, looking into a dark mirror, I saw my face. This force took everything from me, my books, my family, and now it wanted my life. In the distance, I began to hear Christmas music, I heard people singing, and I heard children playing, but I saw no one. Realizing the stars at night and the moon in the sky, I knew what the force wanted. It wanted me to surrender, but instead, I gave my life to save the world. I didn’t go down without a fight, the force’s main objective was to take away my vision of peace.

Moon Chills