The black horse had no rider.
Yet it carried on it death.
First, a powerful kingdom,
where sightings of it began.
Then, disease killed all people.
Next, a village far away.
Three days later, attacked, burned.
The black horse travels around.
Many towns, where all are dead.
Each one from different causes,
but they all saw the black horse.
None can escape its fury.
Pray not to see it coming,
who’s only rider is death,
for to see it means something,
it means it has seen you too.
Poetry
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I enjoyed reading your poem. It is a lot different than most other poems I have read. This gives it a sense of freshness and newness.
Thank you! 🙂
Holy smokes that last line though– “it means it has seen you, too.” That feels like an opening to a surrealist podcast I listen to called “Welcome to Nightvale.”
The black horse and the analogy of death is certainly scary as I can envision a black horse galloping and the hoof-beats of death heard and seen everywhere it went, I so enjoyed this poem, thanks.