The Four Horsemen

Fast rode the four horsemen,

like lightning out of the fourth winds,

as the first four of the seven seals,

being unlocked and set free,

unleashing the four harbingers,

to reap the souls of the earthly bounds,

Fast rode the four horsemen,

Bringing pandemonium along the roads taken,

Like a ferocious black corona swirling round and round,

As burning hunger consume their immortal apparition,

Looking for an outlet for their feverish needs,

To reap the souls of the earthly bounds,

The first rider rode with his mighty white horse,

Bearing a bow like an archer warrior,

Wearing a mask of a perfect stillness,

Cold marble face without cruelty or kindness,

As peace always has two faces,

Neither conquer nor be conquered,

Next to the white rider, rode the fiery red one,

A large sword hanging on his muscled hand,

Eyes as red as the blood,

Burning desire to bring carnage,

Stripping off peace from the paths he was upon,

Driving men crazy to slay each other, in hideous war,

Fast rode next, the third rider in black,

His soulless phantom as black as his armor,

Dark depthless evil lurks in his raven eyes,

As he laughs aloud to see the mortals suffer,

When he destroys crops and nothing left to harvest,

Leaving famine to spread like a lethal plague,

Fast rode next on his pale horse, the last to seal the apocalypse,

Bearing power to obliterate others,

No one escape his pursue,

as hell is following him close behind,

leaving lifeless bodies along his travelled road,

as he is death himself that ends in a timeless realm,

Behold the four horsemen of the fourth winds,

Arising forth from the dark abyss,

The four horsemen are drawing nearer,

On their mighty beasts they ride,

To reap the souls of the earthly bounds,

as the clock of fate unwind its hands