Horseman
He had a body like a stone
Rough hewn, taught to the bone
With veins obscenely sewn.
Into Leather muscles, grimly honed
And sat on an empty throne
A tower of harrowing tales
Of heroes who come to prevail
Those who he gleefully flailed
Who's ships now fly skin sails
For under this armour, a shadow
Who starved those who dain show
The depth of their loved ones sorrow
A man of obsidian, a Monolith
Death’s very own blacksmith
The curse upon every sinners lips
The chair sits in the center, alone
It's limbs twisted like a devils grail
Held by dirty bones which harrow
Each soldier to gaze forthwith
At the coming of Apocalypse.
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