The Blue Prophet

He marched from the holy realm

A seal adorning his helm

The cross decorating his sword

Reciting hymns to the Lord

He was on a mission sent from God

On the dusty road he trods

Cloaked in robes of blue

He was one of the chosen few

To speak the creator's sayings

Without worry of the inquisitors flaying

Crowds gathered when he went to speak

Making even the mighty kings meek

For who dares deny the words of the chosen?

 The holy light comes when he has arosen

Embracing them all

Reminding them why the messiah took his fall

They raise their heads

As he stands upon the graves of the dead

Calling forth the good in Heaven

With praises from the Seraphim seven

And condemning the damned in Hell

He leaves them under his spell

As the creator's words he tells

God by his side

He shall be spared the Horsemen's ride

Preserved he walks for all time

Preaching against and of Satan's crimes

He is the blue wraith

And the keeper of the faith

Sacrum Bellum In his name

Keeper of creations flame