It is 2025,
     and snow won’t stop falling
and the old ordered world, its season long past,
     Reeks of decay,
     Corrupted as rotting meat on a long dead body.
And the old earth,
     Blinded with rage,
Howling for love,
     And smoldering with hate,
Reels drunken on its axis.
And like a silent summons,
     Snow falls
As ashes from a long-banked fire
Burning until the last suffering soul
     Trudging across the desert floor
Reaches the Promised Land.

And broken spirits,
Desperate and maligned,
Sick, hunted, and poor,
     Get their reckoning.
This human sea roars as breakers on mighty waters;
   And Ararat,
     That mighty snow-capped mountain,
Erupts in fire, torching the sky,
     Visible to the whole earth;
Illuminating four dark warriors,

     Armored in iron and bronze,
Mocking the ones below.
And the suffering sea
     Rises ever closer to those dark knights
In black armor
     on pale horses,
 Proud on their mighty mountain.
And as the people rise,
     A new vision sluices through the smoky darkness
Revealing broken images:
     Decomposed bodies
Juxtaposed astride pale stallions,
     Whose nightmare hooves
Beat as death rattles on jagged rocks.
And the long-touted Revelation story
     Preached to frighten children
Of Armageddon horsemen and bloody doomsday —
     Like all bad dreams —
Ends in genesis.
And the fire and darkness pass away,
     Spinning a new world on its axis,
Suffusing the earth in newfound light,
     Saturating the level playing field of god.
And a giant wind takes hold the Plague banner,
     Hurls it down the cliffs to churning sea,
And a nascent sun
     Ascends on red ribbon banners
Exposing hatred, fear, and cruelty.
And the dark crumbling Adams fall like brittle clay,
     As monuments made of sand.

And the four winds whip
     And a wave of sound, like voices,
No longer still,
     Scatters ashes from ancient saddles,
And casts that almighty mountain into the sea.
And the snow falling
     Stops its descent at last;
And a cooling breeze, clean and free,
     Sweeps over the land,
And hope spreads as eagle wings over the Promised Land.