I will walk the path of the stars
with my arms outstretched in greeting
hoping to embrace the new dawn
I wander the dark and empty eons
floating like an apostle of the apocalypse
driven by a steed with silver tipped wings
held aloft in the glory of victory
Riding with a scimitar in my right hand
and a black hole in my left
I will greet the Sun of the greater dawn
who reached into the darkness deep
and rescued me from my awful state
to bathe me in white and usher the morn of His power
which rolls forth like a hot, white fire
consuming the brush and chaff set in its way
to leave a sea of glass unscathed
Terrible power rides in his fingertips
that reach from an outstretched arm
bare and uncloaked by greater mystery
for his fire burns to save and lingers to destroy
my peace is in his heels, reared in preparation
atop his many winged lion unbridled
that heeds his whispered commands
for his words are a collapsing star
with the force to crush and destroy
We ride forth to the horizon off yonder
with swords blazing with truth eternal
to hew the claws of despair
and heal the working hands
ready to raise the curtain rent in two
which was broken in the first war
this veil holds life eternal
unshaken by the dust of the universe
for his hand is outstretched still
offering wine to our miseries
and bread for our joy
so that all may ride with scimitars in the right hand
wielding it as a wand of the supernova
waiting to dawn in the empty space
awaiting new life uncreated
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