The Father And The Wayward Son - The Banner

The end

The union of the father and the wayward son

Atop the sister peaks above the valley, Agamemnon

Under angels

Above the lightless fallen stars

A pale cloaked rider

Circles to his call

With the countless counted

Lost in confusion

Await the harvest hour

Await the son

The falling answers

Clarity as a flood

The weeping liars

Creation undone

Revelation

As was told all along

The facing gates swing open

And drag their children home

So far from mercy

Pay the boatmens toll

As we see the lightbringer has reclaimed his sword

They await the harvest hour

They await the descent

All I have and all I know

And it comes back to me, like a child’s dream

All so familiar for things I’ve never seen