The Horsemen

Four Angels stood fast

Heeding, waiting for the sound of the blast

Their power so mighty even demons fear

Their daunting presence treading near

The day the month the year has been set

The payment of mankind’s increasing debt

                      

No hour so dark the trumpet does sound

The Angels as riders take to the ground

Their horses embodied the lions head

Leaving in their wake a trail of dead

you can run you can hide

But surely still you will die

 

The rider’s armor sparked as red fire

Another of sulfur and the last of sapphire

Roaring and clawing from the mouth of the steed

Fire and smoke the people did feed

Through the plague a third of mankind

Final and Forever do they lie

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