Prophetic light
concentric runes--
rings around
a blood moon--
torn seals
worn threads
Fate has retired
his dread loom.

Famine, War,
Plague, and Death
thunder through
the withering pall.
Dragons gather
for a feast--the
earth is wounded
now by star-fall.

And I beheld
three armies
gathered to pick
the bones of Earth.
And the Phoenix Prince
descending, wreathed
in incandescent
breath.

A word, a sword,
fell from his lips
And seas of blood
submerged all fear
A kingdom from
the dreams of man
arose in gleeming
crystal tiers.

In my dreams
I beheld the
fearsome price
of redemption's crown.
A godless earth
must pay in tears
for pulling every
steeple down.