The Red knight now passed one thousand years,
And ascends and transcends as the white knight appears;
Of silvery armour and chivalrous might,
Into the day of earth's right light.
The days of slaughter all gone in twain,
Of which the dark was depth and pain;
The shield a cross of red on white,
To mingle with the new and shining bright.
Of measure unseen and still unbetold,
Of days of knights and chivalry of old;
And to the sun a cup of gold,
And sword now sheathed with jewelled scabed hold.
The distant love of the king returns,
Who was the God of ancient ruins;
And through the sky so perfectly clear,
His horse drawn chariot does appear.
A million stars lift up their hands,
And rejoice in song across windows lands;
For the fight was not of flesh and blood,
But good and evil save the rainbow flood.
In the helm of salvations crown,
The heart sheds forth a morning frown;
But rejoice ye lost your souls in him,
For ye the least have rest in rhyme.
Signed,
A peaceful forethought
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