Two thousand and sixty-six years
On top of decades already unnumbered
Will find the two armies upon the battlefield
Wherever it may be, that Armageddon.
A white King and a dark prince
Each seated atop his steed
The King on a pale horse made of holy fire
The prince on a black horse made of lies.
Each will have an army ranged behind him
One light, and one dark
One right, and one wrong
Dark destined to be slaughtered by the King’s fiery blade.
He is a King of love, gentle as a lamb
But He roars like a lion, too
His blade won’t falter on the final day
When the black army stands against Him.
On His right-hand is Anna Berlin
On His left-hand is Vaya Eleria
Two vampire princesses pledged to the King
For the vast stretch of eternity.
Children of an evil sovereign
Whose bloodlust once separated them
Lovers in life, now lovers in death
Shining war blades in the King’s scabbards.
Ranged behind them are countless others
All black sinners while they breathed
Their lungs filled now with His clean spirit
Though their hearts have ceased to beat.
The dark prince taunts the king
Flaunts hell-fire in his clawed hands
Nods his horned head in satisfaction
While the sun gleams against his scales.
The King wears a blank expression
His fair face betrays nothing
Though His clear eyes shine with sadness
For His lost dragon-child.
But the dragon only laughs at Him
His black eyes flaring in the burning light
Wildfires rage around him
Circling his soldiers on all sides.
The black soldiers clutch the fire
Scooping it up in their dirty hands
Hurling it towards the King
While the dragon laughs.
© C.M. Blackwood 2016