Death
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse 1/4
I was once told a tale
By a man in a cloak
Though he was deathly pale
A bright fire he’d stoke
In the depths of his eyes
Yet it burnt very cold
It destroyed all the lies
To disprove truth of old
Because when the man spoke
I found I fell in line
A deadly masterstroke
A divinity sign
Not a mark of the gods
But mastery of mind
A true read of the odds
And all things that they bind
And I found, as he talked
That though he had not said
I just knew, me he’d stalked
For my thoughts he had read
And I did know his name
He was here for my breath
He had shown me the game
Of my late chat with Death
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This was the first of my series on the four horsemen of the apocalypse. If you want to check out the other poems, you can find them here: Famine, Pestilence, War.
Thanks for reading, and have a great day :)
About the author
Insinq Datum
I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 3000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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