Twilight of Angels: A Prophecy

Crosses, some lay rusted upon the field,

A few worn-out emblems of days gone-bye.
Dead lay broken, forgotten, blood forever spilled.

They, who change not, under foot, will soon lie.

The sun dips low; memories believed long dead

Rise up with the voices of the young ones.

Royal blood-blue came from holy blood shed;

History hid away these holy sons.

When the truth is revealed, the world will hear,

Covered by time, unveiled by just one hand.

Tomorrow’s child looks back and sheds no tears,

Old world drowned in the blood of a new lamb.

Churches will fall by the wayside, forgotten.

Angels will bow to the new red dragon.