The myths are real, the myths are true,
they are as real, as me and you,
there are few angels, many beasts,
clip clopping right down the streets,
I try to heal, with unicorn’s tears,
but no-one has seen one of those in years,
for as I’ve said, more demons dwell,
in the story, that I’m about to tell,
give me one, right through to four,
those kings, who do abhor,
striking fear, into us all,
to make overconfidence crawl,
but the more I think, more woe is born,
it’s humanity; I see, wearing horns,
as with our actions, myths are realised,
right before our very eyes,
let a lab be defamed, by god-like hands,
let our clumsiness, sicken the lands,
we make a virus, gamble with injection,
where the coughs are hurled into attention,
in our great past-time, we recycle the hate,
let’s all run towards the gate,
with gory smiles, we enjoy the fight,
saying to mortality, good bloody night,
next, to divide ourselves, is this mistake,
we decide, who gets to eat the cake,
what we can’t afford, becomes our fear,
malnourishment means, no more years,
hence, to the one, who’s dread personified,
the result of us being brash, is to see it all die,
we have to fidget, we have to err, such pain we do birth,
before our separate dreams, become tied to the Earth,
there we have it, the band’s together, waiting in bated breath,
pestilence, war and famine, and then finally death,
our deeds have made the horsemen, so rampant and so proud,
for our natural operation, makes them so allowed,
as I’ve said before, the myths are real, as we make them so,
just look at how wide, our imagination grows,
so, the next time you question, I hope I’ve made things clearer,
if you want to see a horseman, just look in nearby mirror.
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- Comment from author about the poem: The beast underneath your bed, the boogeyman in the closet, entities that you are afraid of, right? But, if you think about it, the repulsion, and shock of such a demon, can be maximized. For instance, have you ever thought of that beast, actually being YOU? When it comes to a particular mythic group, The Four Horseman, we imagine them being a band of devils riding on their steeds, but in order for them to actually be made real, it is done by human deeds. The world is full of pestilence, war, famine and death, and the main cause of it all, is human endeavour. I suppose what I'm saying here, is that collectively over past generations, the current one, and the ones in the future, humanity ARE The Four Horsemen! I know that most of my poetry recently, has been a maximum judgement, and bordering on hating our own species, but it's really got out of hand, you can guarantee to wake up, and read or watch in the news, that someone is either sick, a war is on, no-one can buy any food, and there's premature deaths all around the world, caused by the misjudgment of mankind, and I say again, when, OH WHEN, will things change for the better? Accompanying the poem is a YouTube link to the Metallica song, "The Four Horsemen", with lyrics, and a picture depicting the Four Horsemen in the TV adaption of "Good Omens" by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, off the site talesofforgottentime.com (article by Spencer McDaniel), the banner picture of lightning striking, I also feel very apt too. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I hope that things can get better, I hope that more cheerful poems can follow, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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I fell off a horse (did I?) but I was OK. I ride a pony instead now - my little pony! lol.
Fido says to me 'How long will you continue to talk rubbish?!' Me that is, not you! lol.
Thanks for the read orchidee, and bless you, you must be more careful on your choice of steed, but could be worse, you could have fallen off at Becher's Brook at the Grand National, ouch!
Keep on speaking your rubbish bless you, as I will continue to speak mine! Hahaha!
I hope that all is well.
I was in the Grand National one year, ya know. The horse stopped at Bechers Brook or Water Jump and chucked me in! heehee.
Life can be so dreadful at present if you follow what is being said but all we need to do is go the way our hearts tell as and all is fine.
I hope you are keeping well Ben.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and yes, though it's nigh on impossible to find a light in the gloom, I will endeavour to relight my beacon, to keep a smile upon my face.
I'm fine, thank you, all things considering, and I hope that all is well with you.
This is a kudos from me, I can't choose a favourite stanza. Speaks on so many levels. A wonderful piece of poetry.
Thanks for the read Teddy.15, and for your very kind words and praise.
I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem, and again, your enthusiastic comment is very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
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