Revelation Now As Then
When The White Horseman rides you will know.
Retribution and Conquest prevail,
only their names and faces
changeable and interchangeable,
and healing is buried in silent craft.
The White Horseman rides, we know.
When The Red Horseman rides you will know.
No peace is split by war
for no real peace could ever be,
and war splits only war
and multiplies its wars.
The Red Horseman rides, we know.
When The Black Horseman rides you will know.
In shadow of war and shadow of drought
and shadow of master’s avarice,
Famine places its arbitrary touch
on man, woman, child, eaten by their own.
The Black Horseman rides, we know.
When The Pale Horseman rides you will know.
Death arrived by its own devices
and persists at its own strange whim,
fallen the vanquished and the victor alike
and fallen the rabble between.
The Pale Horseman rides, we know.
25th February 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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