The Four Horsemen Poem by Michael Pendragon

Prancing proud, the horses come
Hoofbeats loud sound thru the land
Marching to an unseen drum
Beaten by an unseen hand

First a snow white horse drew nigh
Whose rider held an ivory bow
He shot the stars from out the sky
And dealt the sun a fatal blow

Next appeared a horse of red
Its rider raised a scarlet sworde
'Come and see' the Four Beasts said
'Now Peace hath fled from all the world'

Third did come a coal black mare
Its rider carried scales of Gold
Famine struck the thoroughfare
And starveling sons their mothers sold

Last a pale horse did appear
Hell did follow in its wake
Tortured Souls, cold and austere
Nailed their brethren to the stake

Now the solemn church bells sound
Calling all to Midnight Mass
Now the dying gather round
Now the final hours pass

Endless years of toil and flood
Mark the ages from Christ's birth
'When wilt Thou avenge our blood
On them that dwell upon the earth? '