He came with life on wings of light.
On a white horse he seemed to fly.
What once was grey is now pure white.

An old friend's birthday: what a sight!
A fire dragon in the sky!
He came with life on wings of light.

An ancient evil burning bright
Could not pass howe'er would try.
What once was grey is now pure white.

A King had lost his wonted might:
The Wormy tongue had sucked him dry-
He came with life on wings of light.

A city and a tree so white;
A father mad, sent his son to die.
What once was grey is now pure white.

"To the east, look at first light;
I come at dawn; salvation's nigh!"
He came with life on wings of light;
What once was grey is now pure white.

A/N: This is a rewrite of a poem I wrote years ago. It was suggested to me to try the villanelle form, and so I did.