Apocalypse Risen
Moon light impotent
Stables darkness impenetrable
For only the horseman may enter
Those without souls do find their way
World will end by hand of few men
Those incompetent of compassion and caring
The ones who look out only for their heir
While suffering and strife consume
A time will come when the mass will form
Breaking the barriers, seemingly impervious
Where all may have what they do need
Water, love, home and seed
Until such time, which may never appear
Stables darkness will remain
Its halls quite
For the four horses are being ridden today
Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013
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