The Pale Horse

First in the series The Four Horsemen

I saw a figure striding over the land.
Blackness and despair behind him stand.
Fire and pain; the end of all things.
The sweetest melody his scythe does sing
Swiftly reaping the souls of men,
Demanding payment for un-remitted sin.

 

Faced with this Apocalypse of existence,
It's high time for a little repentance.

I looked and beheld a pale horse; and Death sat upon him.

Hell followed with him.

Reviews

[The 7th Angel]

Wow that was very good, I loved it. Wish I had thought of it lol.

[Veralily]

I loved it. Very dark, mysterious and foreboding. Great job! :p Keep up the great work!

~Veralily

[~The Queen~]

Very nice work. I enjoyed it alot. I hope you continue to write more.

-The Queen