Prophesy

The holy prophesies will sure come true. No time the humans find to grieve and rue. The darkest nights will glow with infant Sun and days will cool with Moon in vibrant run. His advent; skies are crooning, oh listen. O' see the hopeful smiles of stars glisten. Behold the rivers flow with glitzy glow; hearken the oceans roar "Jayaho! Jayahoo! ." Beware O' men; before that sacred dawn the dancing demons of the darkness go allegro! Blow their creepy clarions and with askance and dread your hearts they stow! I know; the hideous looks beautiful; the beautiful frightens with face dreadful. The right looks wrong and wrong looks right and lo the searching saints are hit by panic blow! But wait till ushers in the lovely dawn when quelling all the qualms, flexes HE, His brawn! !