The Horseman

my first poem and i will accept any criticism, if it horrible please let me know so that won't ever post any other of my poems

The Horseman

 

My soul is black

My heart is stone

Of cold and dark,

My flesh, My bone...

 

My skin is sorrow

My eyes, Of blood

Of conscience hollow,

My voice, A flood

 

I touch with fire

I step with frost

My presence, dire..

All hope is lost,

 

I ride on terror..

I tare apart

My sight brings horror

All men, lose heart

 

The dread of mothers

The scourge of nations

For sons and fathers

Their exhortation...

 

The ancient darkness

The end of light

For all lay lifeless

Their fear, My might

 

I'm hate, repulsion,

I'm love and lust

I'm like an ocean..

Made, out of dust..

  

I'm anger, lie,

I'm calm and truth

I'm like the sky

I have no root

 

I am eternal

I've always been

From plains infernal

On men I lean

 

I'm in your soul

I'll always be

From times of old

You summon me

 

O, men of Earth...

What have you done

You called on me

You lost..

You won..

 

You won the battle

Yet lost the war

For in this fight

You lost your soul

 

For all there is..

There's nothing real

There is no victor

You’re just the kill

 

For what I am..

Will never cease

For I am War..

I have no peace,

 

 

 

Lord of Seven Skies

Author's Note

i'm not 100% on my punctuation yet, in all truth i could use some help whit that..