Dark they came
riders tall
With the right
to take us all
One White
One Red
One Black
One Pale
Horsemen riding
in storms of hail
Burning like sulfur
Stinging like bees
They came to drag us
to our knees
They came to conquer
and divide
Nobody's soul
can hope to hide
They stole the balance
of peace and bread
and broke the palaces
in our heads
We tried to flee
into the night
but death itself
has second sight
Now there's only
the ringing bell
that tolls as we bleed
to gather hell
Pray you fools
if you know how
The apocalypse comes
to take us now
(October 30th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
