The first appeared to me in white, and I thought him pure of soul
Little did I know that night his spirit was black as coal
Conjuring many connotations, he seemed of pure intent
But his gift devoured nations as his plague would not relent
He spread like wildfire through the land, yet displaying no remorse
He paved the way for his brothers damned; each arrived in due course
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
In red the second of the four needed no introduction
I knew at once that this was War, with havoc and destruction
He plied his trade while the world did bleed, and seeds of hate did sow
And ventured he upon his steed where no other man would go
For once the earth was fertilised from the spill of human veins
All the people he had terrorised succumbed to their own chains
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And scales in hand the third did spring with his mare dark as his heart
But far from justice he did bring; only famine did he start
And so just as midnight claims the sun he brought his starvation
To claim all good that was begun and reap his depravation
And even though his deed was done, spread far by his charcoal horse
All the suffering was far from gone; for horsemen come in fours
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And all too soon before me stood the fourth and final horseman
While there he stood with horse and hood spoke he to me his caution
Pale and pallid his horse and pallor; left a lot to be desired
Now invalid; vigour and valour; no longer are required
The Fates; their cloth length cut as due, they have measured mine alone
And now here He comes; Death right on cue, to claim me as his own
Copyright © SabreLi
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SabreLi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Is it just me, or does it feel like armageddon or the apocalypse? The world is suffering as we stand by and allow our selfishness to take over.
- Category: Gothic
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YES INDEED SABRE The fouir Horsemen of the Apocalypse ~ The WHITE Horse represents the Antichrist ~ The BLACK Horse Famine ~ The RED Horse War and the PALE Horse Death. The Book of Revelation is full of prophesy and imagery much of which is being fulfilled today ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian 😀 I love the theme and just had to do something on it since it feels with all the disasters and war lately that we are in the apocalypse! xx
AWESOME write
Appreciated as always Tony! xx
Welcome
My favourite of your pens so far, a truly epic piece!
What a fantastic comment Daniel! I'm so happy you like it and am made up that it is your favourite! 😀 Such a lovely comment xx
Another masterpiece!
Thank you!! xx
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