Poem: Dawn of Time

A time will come, prophesized the soothsayers of old,
When man will battle with his brothers and sisters,
When the Gods are no longer pure and pristine,
When everything will need to be replaced.

A time will come, prophesized the soothsayers of old,
When breath-taking events will unfold,
In the human world, the heavens and all of creation,
In places beyond the reach of the most seeking eyes.

A time will come, prophesized the soothsayers of old,
When a Master will come to this world,
When Earth and the Heavens would together be purified,
When the new cosmos will emerge free from the stain of the old one.

A time will come, prophesized the soothsayers of old,
When He will bear the burden of all denigration,
When His disciples would serve Him with their lives,
During the most brutal and fatal test for all life.

Yet, how could the soothsayers know,
That the Master would turn the tables on the Old Forces,
Turning their carefully-laid plans against them,
And hold the Promise of Forgiveness and New Life for all of Creation.

The old prophecies are not valid anymore,
The Master's plan will soon come to Fruition,
Nightfall will soon turn into dawn,
A dawn with beauty beyond any sentient being's imagination.

Together, the good ones will emerge from the darkness,
The Clarion call that will awaken the sentient beings,
Together, all will eulogize and respect the Master's blessings,
And welcome the Dawn of Time.