The Victory Day

It is the victory that all we need,
The victory of light over dark clouds.
The one of noble truth, a sacred creed -
For the enlightening of crowds.

It was a Russian lady, HPB,
Who brought such a light to Western nations,
And she predicted Victory would be,
To build a bridge in East-West relations.

Of the twenty-first century she said,
That earth will be a heaven as compared
With what it was then. These words are to be read
In her great book, which we all gladly share.

Through the very date of her last farewell,
A prophesy she left when she passed away,
It was in 1891, the eighth of May,
A date that to the loyal much can tell.

Eighteen and ninety one, nineteen and forty five,
The total sum the same, the date the very same.
The memory of Victory is still alive
Among the Russians; exactly on the date it came.

Helena Blavatsky had a Russian soul
That could embrace the world as a whole.
She left her worn-out material frame
On the Victory Day as the date’s been named.