With His Might

Into the darkness, the horsemen ride on With plans of attack at the morrow. The village lay dormant, quiet and true. Soon, many will fill up with sorrow. The lust in their eyes, a fury beheld Will never be quenched by their blood. But, the innocents, well, they will suffer As the horsemen ride on, on their studs. To kill and to plunder, lay waste all the souls With no meaning behind all their actions The horsemen ride on into history, though, And never acquire satisfaction. They continue on from town to town With purpose, none, except to kill. Destroy all in their way, pure simple doom Blood curdling cries remains their thrill. But, from the ashes, a child overlooked Will grow strong in the years yet to come He will get smart and learn to fight And send them to Hell, where they’re from. His days in history will overshadow theirs For he, alone, holds truth and light He will become king, to all that wish to serve, For he represents all, with his might.