Arise, shine (poem)

I looked up and saw a bloody, shrouded moon. I heard distant thunder and I felt the earth tremble.

Dark, sombre, brooding moonlight,
swirling clouds, forbidding sky.
Deep, eerie shadows, fade the sight
declare the end in cold wind’s sigh.
A grey pallid moon, draws her veils
cloak of darkness stained by blood
through dark nights, she silently sails
turns stone to clay and clay to mud.

So melts this day into endless night,
the globe splutters, shatters and dies:
Fragments crash from broken light,
that once enlightened human fire.
Age of reason, lost in hopeless thought
unreasoning thus, man’s noblest hour.
Clouds rise to darken burning shores
where men fought the darkest powers.

In fading shadows of this twilight,
rise new light, eclipse the fading dark.
This new day come, no more the night
amid trumpet sound, herald angels hark.
Passing night, yields crimson dawn
the church triumphant, greets her hour.
sadness melts, no more to mourn
lo’ warrior bride, bright sword drawn.

Arise shine, light arise and scatter night.
Raising sword she marks the hour,
battle lines thus drawn, dark and light
amid great shouts, bright banners high,
descend that vast, dread human plain
to the final battle: the end is near.
The sun held high against falling rain
her King rides out, to rampant cheer …

(c) Peter Eleazar at www.bethelstone.com