Rider
Through a mystical desert he rides
His horse's nostrils breath fire
This is the land of the damned
The sun beats down mercilessly
Yet the rider remains strong
Drawing on ancient reservoirs
A strength beyond his own
Evil has fled to this desolate place
The land of demons
Regaining it's strength
Together they gather
Yet they are alone
Powerless to fight the rider
In his hand a two edged sword
A breast plate
Ligure prominently displayed
Glowing leading his way
A pericope ripped from the fabric of the Devine
Each word will be fulfilled
Evil thrived
Now it will be killed
A lake of sulphur
The Devil's time expired
The rider rides
The desert revived
A new earth is formed
The King is King
In the heavens Angels sing
Tears washed away
Springs gush from the ground
Flowers abound
New Jerusalem
Quadrivial
Four winds meet at central point
All his children gather there
Armageddon
The end of history
The revealing of all
Mysteries
The mystical
He reveals
And we sigh
Justice
Victory
The Devil falls
July 17, 2013
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Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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