I saw them riding in a dream, Hell-bent upon their course, <br />And each one with a sickening scheme as he rode on his horse... <br />And so they moved, this world to claim with utmost misery, <br />With death and suffering as their aim, their shame and infamy! <br />I saw them riding coast-to-coast, on sturdy steeds at night <br />And evil had them all engrossed, as if they were held tight... <br />And so they moved, one thought in mind, to bring the world despair, <br />Until the time four horsemen find their victims unaware! <br /> <br />I saw them riding recklessly, regardless, side-by-side, <br />As if their perfect destiny, each smiled with stubborn pride... <br />And so they moved and cut to shreds the mortal flesh of Man, <br />While moonbeams shone upon their heads as all four horses ran! <br />I saw them riding to my town and to my very street <br />And there they cast their curses down upon men's hands and feet... <br />And so they moved, unmerciful, upon the young and old, <br />To fill up every hospital with fever and with cold! <br /> <br />I saw them riding from my home, to Europe, for a spell <br />And I beheld that even Rome was subject to their Hell... <br />And so they moved, unmoved by deeds, unspeakable and foul, <br />Men's lives to quench like choking weeds or wicked wolves that howl! <br />I saw them riding, north and south, and east and west in time, <br />With blasphemies to fill each mouth, as if their perfect crime... <br />And so they moved, sharp tiger-toothed, repentant, not at all... <br />Four horses and four horsemen proved that even the mighty fall...<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-horsemen-of-the-apocalypse/
