Burning clouds and rolling tides all give way to a crimson sky.
Alive as a flame, red as a rose. Thick as blood is the sky when aglow.
It burns with fire and melts in the heat, all to make way a path for the king.
He rides on a horse as white as the moon. The sky is his banners waving a terrible truth.
His army is brave and armed with his light. They are as innumerable as the stars in the night.
It begins with a sound that shatters the sky. It awakens the earth. It opens their eyes.
They can only watch in terror as wrath comes as a flood. The sky is turned crimson because of their blood.
Based on events found in Revelation 14 and 19
Photo by Phil Koch