Riders of the Dark

The world is such a fragile thing... balanced only on the backs of men.

1.

The riders of the dark,
arise from out of far off horizons,
underneath the pale orange glow
of a sun that hangs listlessly
behind a greasy yellow film of sky.
The riders of the dark emerge,
from within clouds of dust
following behind closely like
sickly ghosts.
The cloaked figures pay no mind
to the enormous field-screen of dirt and grime,
following closely from behind.
Nor do their steeds slow down for fear of death,
their eyes dead-locked to the path ahead;
For death has wrapped its cold, lifeless fingers
along the entirety of the once lush forests
now hollow trees and broken limbs.

The motor of the world hath stopped.
It has emptied. Purged of the infestation.
The virus that once roamed the earth atop
great machines that burned and blistered the skin.
It was designed to fail.
For those great machines would result in
the creation of a perfect mind,
and purged the virus of the world
and cleansed its contents stripped bare.

Though among the ashes
there exists a great treasure
of the New Gods.
A silver pool, gleaming brighter than all the stars of heaven.
It lie in the center of the wasted lands
among the gods' infernal beasts who are said to guard that place,
for whosoever would happen to submerge themselves
in holy baptism.
Would gain a day of life in the eyes of God.

Thus begins the journey of the riders of the dark
to become like gods and undo what has befallen their
world.
To return the once held beauty of their lands,
and destroy the great ones whom claim the title of gods themselves.

Author's Note

Part one of a longer poem. Hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Quill~]

This reads like an apocalyptic Novella...brilliant and jarring.
I will await the continuation of the next installment.

:) Nice job. -"The motor of the world hath stopped.
It has emptied. Purged of the infestation.
The virus that once roamed the earth atop
great machines that burned and blistered the skin.
It was designed to fail.
For those great machines would result in
the creation of a perfect mind,
and purged the virus of the world
and cleansed its contents stripped bare.

Though among the ashes
there exists a great treasure
of the New Gods.
A silver pool, gleaming brighter than all the stars of heaven.
It lie in the center of the wasted lands
among the gods' infernal beasts who are said to guard that place,
for whosoever would happen to submerge themselves
in holy baptism.
Would gain a day of life in the eyes of God.

Thus begins the journey of the riders of the dark
to become like gods and undo what has befallen their
world.
To return the once held beauty of their lands,
and destroy the great ones whom claim the title of gods themselves."

[J.L Hunter]

There will definitely be more. Working on stanzas two and three now. Should be finished by Tuesday. I'm also working on some other things ( that's why it takes so long). Thank you for your positive review.

[Quill~]

:) looking forward to reading the rest...patience is a virtue.
Take your time.