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.