Kalki

I saw as if a curtain pulled aside

Or a blind that once had shuttered out the light,

A golden horseman on a white stallion ride

Into the darkest cavities of night.

He bore a sword that severed every chain

That held the struggling spirit in its thrall.

Resplendent God armed to deal the blow

And from his golden trumpet sound the call

To signify the downfall of the foe.

He spoke no word but pressing forth his steed

Smote down the thousand obstacles that stay

The Hour of God that long has been decreed

And the radiant dawn of a supernal day.

Now on this hallowed earth attuned we hear

The footsteps of divinity draw near.