Another Day at the Apocalypse
Four riders arrive, carnage in their wake;
They’re moving forward with more lands to reap.
All of eternity is theirs to take.
The first horseman to rise from the fiery lake,
Reveals the corridor to eternal sleep.
Death is forever present, at every wake.
Many fields have felt the touch of poisoned rake.
Blight and bacteria have staked their claim,
For Famine claims the hungry, his to take.
War is feminine but make no mistake,
Her sword has stayed sharp and engulfed in flame
The actions of nations, kept her awake.
Last is the horseman of natural make;
Illness and suffering will guide his way.
For Pestilence, remain the weak to take.
As they arrive the ground begins to quake.
Night will be dark and so will be the day.
Smooth was the trip until unexpected wake,
The horsepersons ride but find none to take.