Photo credit: Paul Gilmore
…………………………the Blacknight,
All dress up in color of white;
Riding through the darkest night:
To some he is no mystery;
His mission to rescue us,
From the blinding light,
Way pass the soaring bird—that fly;
The Blacknight, the Blacknight,
All dress up in rays of white:
Here come the mysterious clouds;
Resting upon the bluest bedded sky:
Before the magnificent storm,
Cleanse, purify the battered earth,
The battered earth:
Here comes the willow tree—strong;
Yet weep for me, weep for you,
From a broken heart, endlessly:
Here comes the Blacknight, the Blacknight,
Shouting, “long Live, the Mighty King;
The Mighty King!”
When no one seems to hear,
The voice of the true King,
Just an old soul singing, “Prasie HIM,
Praise HIM, ride on, ride on, ride on;
—you mighty, magnificent and ever living King!”
Empress Journee
