In the dewy damp morning
I beheld the face of fate
In the distant dawn
Crimson fire in its wake
Rivers turned backward
As I watched
For his name’s sake
A lone rider
Vanquished his foes
By the break of day
And in his path
Under the wine press
Sinners lay
His garment spattered
Red as sunlight
Signaled victorious day
Glinting off his sword
Lovers reunited
Gathered at the gates
Witness to his glory
As trumpets sounded
In his name

©Cate Derham