An army of white horses
ride on the horizon.
Like a ribbon of
cloud and flame,
consuming the world
in smoldering mouths.
Yahweh.
Their voices
drown the lands
with exaltation
and every knee
is knelt and waiting.
Yahweh.
Sunken in the ashes
of life built by man
the world waits
aside the great beast
jaws tight against
his enflamed reigns,
roaring with tremulous fury.
Yahweh.
Today the birds will feast
under the hoofs of
the Great Commander,
on the flesh left behind.
Today the light will
come into the shadow.
Today, the dark
will be obliterated.
Yahweh.
--
~jack
