Arise shine

Dark, somber, 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 night, she silently sails
turns stone to clay and clay to mud.

So melts this day into endless night,
the globe fades, falters, splutters, dies:
Fragments fall from that great light,
that so enlightened each human fire.
Age of reason, lost in hopeless thought
unreasoned thus, man’s noblest hours
clouds rise to darken burning shores
where men fought the darkest powers.

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

Arise shine, light arise, scatters night.
Raising sword she marks the hour,
battle lines thus drawn, dark and light
amid great shouts, bright banners high,
descends 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 …