The horse gallops across the prairie
Its mane flying and dancing in the wind.
It gives a high pitched whinny
Its bright eyes glimmer against the sun,
Blazing with the red of fire.
It snorts and puffs its chest.
It flys though the knee-high grass
Dew-drops glitter like diamonds,
Reflecting the sun.
Atop the horse sits a man
Clothed in white and filled with glory.
He too has a look of dignity
A look of pride upon his face.
The crown of gold upon his head shimmers
Red rubies and emerald crystalize the crown.
A long white robe flows down to the ground
It ripples in the current of air passing through
The horse hooves
The mans feet are dirty and covered with dirt
Yet, his robe is shining white.
A belt is tied around his waist
In it there is a sword
A sword that belonged to someone greater than any other king that had ever been born.
He had worn this sword upon his belt ever since he had come back to reign as king forever more.
The rider turns his horse around.
The horse whinnies and throws his feet into the air
The rider pulls his sword out and gives a mighty shout. The silver is caught in the ray of light It casts a beam.
"My many fellowmen and followers
I am clothed with the breastplate of Riteousness!
On my feet I wear the Gospel of Peace,
In my hand is the Sword of the Spirit
Upon my waist is the belt of truth,
And shielding my head from our enemies hardest blows is the helmet of salvation which many of You have found.
I have prepared My Table for my new guests.
We will have a feast and there will be a great Deal of many today.
Now I have prepared you and it is time to go
You have the body of armor with you.
It will be a hard and long war, but me and my father will guide you. Now come follow me. Lets gather my people!"
With that the man heads in the direction of the clouds
There is a great thundering behind him
The thundering of thousands of believers.
The people shout and cry,
"Hosanna is the Lord God Almighty! Hosanna to Him!"
A little girl runs and catches up with the man On his horse.
"Hosanna." She crys.
White winged angels hurry about spilling wine,
And carrying bread.
"We must hurry" They say.
Bigger angels rush ahead
Large swords clenched in their hands
They are preparing for battle
Just as the man exits the clouds he turns around and pulls out a flag.
On it is the picture of the cross
A dove pertches atop it.
He waves the flag.
A long clapping of hands fills the air
"Let us go forth!" The man crys.
An angel blows a trumpet.
The clouds open and the horse and his rider gallop though the clouds
Following him are the angels and their passengers
Each angel picks a person up
Gently carrying them with their strong arms
They leave the ground
The sky is filled with creatures
Big and small
Each dissapearing into the giant suction of empty space
The man gallops downward on his mighty white horse.
There is darkness all around
The horse and his master light the way.
Stillness fills the air
Although this place is unfamiliar to the horse
He gallops on patiently
He knows he's protected.
The white winged horse floats through the air
An angel blows his trumpet
Its now the second time.
The angel has no halos but instead a large set of wings and a horn which he proudly presents.
Planets orbit around them
The hollow sound of asteroids smashing into each other fills the air.
Dying stars shoot across empty space
And explodes into rainbows of colors
Glowing auroras float lazily about the space.
The rider smiles
He knows this place
He made it.
He looks below and stares,
He sheds a tear
The tear drops down
And then dissapears
Planet Earth comes into view
It is all but a shadow
The rider looks below and sighs
"I weep for them." he says
The horse stretches its neck
The king seated upon him sighs
"Its time for me to do what I have planned
Since the beginning of time.
It's time for me to finish my work."
His eyes scan the dim earth
He urges his horse on into a gallop
A angel blows its trumpet the third time
The long hollow sound fills every empty place.
A trembling like a earthquake shakes the heavens
A angel looks below.
"The king has returned!"
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