High upon Megiddo’s hill
The priests and sages stand
Armed with erudition's lance
Await the signal hand

From land and sea the dragons soar
Red eyes and nostrils flair
The portents swallowed in the fray
Reality… the snare

Tiny humans gasp with awe
And fall on knees, aghast
Silence, in Celestial realms
Have left the first to last

Destruction lay beneath the mount
The land lay burned and bleak
With gaping mouth, the dragons breath
Devoured  naïve and weak

Sage and scholar, mystic mage
Kings and Queens of nous
Reported of the agency
That let the demons loose

Not bound by mere convention
A Priestess heralds “Strike”
The sounds of OHM in one accord
Like arrows, o’er the pike

The dragons writhe in deafened pain
Their scales green as mold
As Michael, with his mighty sword
Raze the beasts of old

Weeping heard from heavens hall
As more beasts soon appear
The human host, now stunned to calm
Shocked in mortal fear

The newer beasts, with scales of red
And eyes ablaze, they came
Though much alike in form and fight
The two were not the same

All the while the chanting lasts
Gabriel blows his horn
The bloody battle lingers on
While man, onsundran’s torn

Amid the smoke and brimstone
The bells from Angels ring
“Holy, Holy, Holy”
The Seraphim dragons sing

Wise men, mage and priestess
Bring forth the Holy Grail
The Blood of Christ, incarnate
Human, light and frail

The vessel of the holy bloodline
Awaits the grooms return
Though pillaged  ramparts lay in ruin
T’was all revealed to learn

It will not be this simple
A tale in brief report
But lasts an eon space of time
As the scriptures do exhort

T’is up to each to take up arms
In fashioned form that’s wise
To recognize the grains of truth
That are scattered ’neath the lies

Ignorance shall not, therefore, be bliss
When Armageddon reigns
It only breeds destruction’s brood
On Megiddo’s dusty plains

Know the distinction between the casts
From those who fell from Grace
For it is simpler to exist in the linear world
Than to be familiar with evil’s face