The Pale Horse of the Fourth HorsemanA Poem by Jason van DongenFROM WITHIN THE SEVENTH HELL, THE ECHO OF A BELL, RENTS THE MISTS APART, AS PALE HORSE OF DEATH DEPARTS. THE BOOT OF HORSEMAN DIGS INTO ITS SHALLOW RIBS A KICK INTO ITS HIDE, THROWS ITS HEAD FROM SIDE TO SIDE.
THE PALE STEED OF THE FOURTH HORSEMAN YOU WILL SEE THAT WASTED HORSE WHEN THE TIME IS UP FOR THEE IT COMETH SOON FOR YOU AND ME.
UPON ITS BACK RIDES DEATH, HIS PUTRID SULPHUR BREATH STENCHES THE NIGHT AIR, THE EPITOME OF BLACK DESPAIR. HE COMETH SOON FOR YOU BRUTAL THROUGH AND THROUGH HE RIDES YOU TO YOUR GRAVE, HE CARETH NOT HOW YOU BEHAVE.
THE PALE STEED OF THE FOURTH HORSEMAN YOU WILL SEE THAT WASTED HORSE WHEN THE TIME IS UP FOR THEE IT COMETH SOON FOR YOU AND ME.
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2013 Last Updated on June 27, 2013 AuthorJason van DongenAlbany, Western Australia, AustraliaAboutAs a writer, I am strictly a bumbling amateur, writing largely for my own pleasure. I am currently working to improve my story-telling skills, reduce the cliches in my work, and find creative ways to .. more..Writing
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