The Legend of the Four Horsemen

Just something I wrote in spare time, so don't expect perfection.

     Pestilence, War, Famine, and Death.

Chosen by He Himself.

The fate of  the world hed in their sadistic hands.

 

A horse of white

Falling down from the sky.

Prized bow balanced in hand,

Crown of gold leaf,

Giving Royal authority

Pestilence prepares for his job.

 

A horse coloured by the blood of fallen souls

Falls down behind.

Menacing greatsword held in his overworked hand.

Now it's war's turn.

 

A steed formed of shadow squirms out of the clouds,

In his master's hand is held the power of the Plague.

Judgemental balance poised delicately in hand,

Famine breathes his terror unto the earth.

 

Last to come down,

A horse of pale green.

Empty sockets stare judgingly on the world,

What to do, what to do?

This one holds nothing in his hand,

He needn't a weapon.

The final is Death.

 

What will become of this new generation?

 

 

Author's Note

PLease for the love of GOD ignore spelling and grammar errors!

Reviews

[Lorrie]

Excellent work!

[East of Eden]

i love it! It charges on to the final line. It's colourful, sexy, powerful. Great write!

[Amina.]

I love the way you write; it's descriptive, yet not too much.
Beautiful!

[That Weirdo You Just Mi..]

It's amazing to me that you can write so well. About your other comment writing that last night is amazing!

[ATG]

I really liked this. It was really good. I think you are going to give me some good old healthy competion for this contest.

[samantha]

this peace u wrote is unbelieveble..... :-) id rate it 100