Storm clouds revolve around the sapphire in Your eye
With a glance, lightning surges and thunder rolls
In a glimpse's length, the Rider in White appears
With Sword in hand
Nature cowers and trembles in anticipation
Of the lifting of its subjugation
All creation holds its breath for the Unfolding
With the sound of trumpets the foreknown ascend
And reality loses the shimmer of the saints
The Sword of the Spirit plunges through
The heart of the first fallen
And reality loses the stain of Satan
The hand of the Almighty grips the neck of death
It vomits forth the saints and the damned
And reality loses the hue of Hades
For a moment, there is
Monochromatic, melancholic, miasma
Then the seed of once unravels
And from the void the is and will be unfolds
And the beauty
And the majesty
And the power
And the vivacity
Of The Fullness of God is always and forever