The Knights of the New Epoch

The knights that rule the depths of night,
Rising early before dawn,
Armed and ready in their flight,
Are great conquerors, not pawns.
Above their heads a banner burns
With energy strong and bright,
Alive, unstoppable it yearns
To touch ev’rything in sight,
To spread upon the vast, dark earth
A gushing force of power
That incinerates with pure Truth
Lies’ fortified towers.

Invincible, they storm the walls,
This kingdom has been reclaimed;
When you hear their loud battle calls,
Your mind’s ears are burned by flames,
Jerked awake into the cold world,
Made so painfully alert,
Into this moment you are hurled,
Joyed for fate of any sort.
The bloody battle is over;
They could fight a thousand more;
These land and people now are their’s
To give to their ordained lord.

Though they may not say it at first
The conquered people rejoice
In their cleared minds, for at long last
Silenced is the depraved voice
That had ruled them all those lost years;
Now amidst forced quietude
They stare down their deep-rooted fears
And reform their attitude.
Beaming and cleansing above them
Is a banner, a vast shock!
Guided by Heaven’s fateful helm:
“The Knights of the New Epoch.”

(Dedicated to the sales staff the Epoch Times)