The Four Horsemen (poem)
I grew up always interested by the four horsemen, Death, War, Plague (Conquer) and Famine. So I decided to write this.
Hoofbeats knock the bloodied ground
screams fill the sky,
the end of days hath come 'round.
Oh, the forsaken sound.
First come riding a horse of white
Conquer, its unholy knight,
an ebony bow drawn blacken arrow
sapping the spirit, humanity's marrow.
Next a rider of pure anger and gore
a brown horse he rides his name be War,
a scarlet blade soaked in blood
you die today, just like you should.
Third ride a mare of black
its rider of noble blood,
drought and locust at his back
the poor lay in the mud.
Last a pale horse rides
its passenger demons at his side,
Death is his only name
through night he rides a unholy reign.