"A Joyful End.htm" by Jess L Rhapsodos

A Joyful End

The Dove flies soft and swift,

His small pale wings beating lightly against the air.

Below him circles a strange sight,

A sleepless malice has come from the depths.

The Bird knows what will happen.

A loud voice will sound from the deep,

Declaring ownership of the people of the world.

Drums, beating; an everlasting rhythm will proclaim the coming of death.

The Dove sees all this ahead,

And with such bravery He dives toward the earth.

Such size could not defeat the mighty serpent hidden in the smoky mist,

But it did not deter the Savior.

Like an eagle, the small Bird swooped on overhead,

His tiny body a beacon of light in the stretching darkness.

He catches a tiny pebble in His claw,

The same a young boy slayed a giant with.

Light surrounds the Dove’s body,

A holy symbol of His Father.

The pebble falls from the Savior’s clutches,

Whistling down into the mist and darkness.

A great shriek rips the air as it strikes the serpent,

And the sleepless, circling malice disrupts in its steady path.

The drums falter and then fall silent.

The sun breaks through the serpent’s spell.

Trumpets ring out into the air.

The joyful end has come.