The Horsemen Of The End Poem by Tim Vallie

Through the world ride deadly Horsemen, the riders number four
They ride the roads of men, they are linked for ever more
They are the Mighty Conquest, who commands an awesome hoard
Who dreams only of power, who wields a mighty sword
The ever Ravenous Famine, who does feast on souls of men
He drains them of the will to be, before riding off again
The one who rides in shadow, the one known just as Death
Who rides the world immortal, who comes to take your final breath
The ever Savage War, whose sword is sheathed in flame
Who has never lost a battle on the field of his game
Conquest, War, Famine, Death, these be the Horsemen four
The Horsemen of the Almighty, the Horsemen of Holy Lore
The Horsemen ever bloody, the Horsemen bound in blood
Across the lands they ride, their power spreads like a flood
These are the Four Great Horsemen, whose arrivals mark the end
The world must descend in darkness before it can transcend