Revelation in poem.

 The heavens split, the first and last unfold,

 A vision written in a blazing light.

The Alpha and Omega, robed in gold,

With eyes of fire piercing through the night.

Seven golden lamps stand burning bright,
As seven stars are held within His hand.
The hidden scrolls are opened by His might,
Unveiling judgments over sea and land.

The seals are broken, horses charge the earth,
The trumpets sound, the bowls of wrath are poured.
Yet through the labor pains of holy birth,
The Lamb remains the conquered world's Lord.

Amen. 

The ancient dragon falls beneath the sword,
The old creation passes like a breath.
No longer bound, no longer grief-deplored,
The King of Kings has triumphed over death.

Behold, the city coming from above,
New Jerusalem, clear as crystal glass.
No sun is needed in this realm of love,
For God’s own glory swallows all the past.

The river flows, the tree of life is green,
The wiping away of every bitter tear.
The greatest mystery that the eyes have seen:
"Behold, I quickly come, the time is near."