Niagara

Niagara sends her watery heralds
Dashing to the depths of hell.
Great spiraling mists invade the trembling air,
Spewing forth the devil’s legions
Into billowing shrouds of aqueous fire.
The rocks explode
Like a thousand roaring lions
Leaping headlong in carnivorous chase.
Trumpets sound on the errant wind,
And blazing there
From jagged cliffs,
A banner bold
Arcs across the awakening scene.
The Seven Colored Bow,
Christened by angelic wings,
Shoots its burning arrow deep
Into the darkest doubt of blinking Man,
And sets his new-made heart afire.
Behold the final triumph of the victor
And know the majesty
Of God.