‘Ride of the horsemen’

The sky grew gray and the heavens wept.
The kings mounted their steely steeds.
Four trumpets signaled the charge.
Soon, fulfillment of prophesied deeds.

Loud rang out their thundering hooves.
Golgotha, Pestilence, Calvary and Flame.
This sacred procession of pale riders,
must gallop to deliver death by name.

The rivers of Earth will run red with blood.
The hillsides will be scattered by the dead.
As the horsemen traverse the scarlet sky,
mankind will be asleep in their beds.

Soon the horizon will bear their mark.
Each rider carries out a different task.
To lay waste to wickedness and greed.
Once done they remove their masks.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
This entry was posted in Controversial topics, Different Perspectives, Fiction Stories, Poetry, Uncategorized, Utopia & Armageddon, Whimsical. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to ‘Ride of the horsemen’

  1. Ojasvi says:

    This is so beautiful , I absolutely loved it.

    Liked by 1 person

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