Who Is To Come

I will not rest,

I will not go until it's done.

The world around me, it surrounds me

and all I know is what's to come.

The lingering shadows test me now,

my ears can hear their sounds.

My eyes sting and I can see them,

those of whom I love.

My legs cannot hold me,

yet I continue on.

Every moment's agony

is a single won destiny.

Every drop of blood,

a heart yet to beat.

Heavenly hosts surround me,

they long to draw their swords.

They dare not even touch me,

their existence is my words.

Until I say it's finished,

it is not yet done.

I will face this death,

since it has begun.

I look upon the future,

I see each face, each soul.

I swallow the blood and drink it,

this is my cup, all my own.

One last breath I take,

the shadows gather now.

I hear their rising shouts

as my spirit's taken down.

I stand before the dark one,

he who lost his place.

On earth he thought he had destroyed me,

but now he sees my face.

He looks into my eyes

and sees the truth that is there.

He faces his defeat

as his lost grip is bared.

The one who thought he had won.

Will he ever understand?

I am He was and is and is still to come.