Pixie Dust

Awake, O sleeper, and witness revelation as it unfolds,
Eyes open to glimpse the visionary tale, not knowing what it beholds.
Good verses evil on every realm of known existence,
Hinge on the completion of crushing the dragonwings resistance.
Tipping the scales of justice to overcome in victory,
Undoing the future damage to reveal the truthful history.
Building to repair the interwoven fabric of galaxies unknown,
Watching for the scarlet thread laced throughout, expertly sown.
Battlefield thunders with hoofbeats of celestial steeds,
Riders of which follow and study a multitude of creeds.
Spiritual warfare advances before my very veiled eyesight,
Trusting that grace will glorify to bless our destined plight.
Shackles and chains keep the prisoners bound with fetters in darkness,
Honest reflections will prove the accused innocent with sly cleverness.
All on the chessboard of thrones claim to hold the cherished key,
As blinding light of the kaleidoscope pulses tenderly.
One creator painted all the majestic strokes with an artist's touch,
Look on the neighbor, all are loved as it were such.
Who was God before the birth of organized religion?
Gaze upon the Trinity as you make your decision.
Allow misinformation of convoluted whoremongers to perservere,
Or look at the signs and symbols to discover all you hold dear?
Sands of the hourglass measure the whispers divine,
Imagine the awe as water is turned into the sweetest of wine.
Intuition and determination to finish the ancient investigation,
As all those threatening to retaliate look on in fascination.
Sunlight emerges to banish leftover moonbeams disguise,
There is more to this fiction, fact, or fantasy than you realize.