The Horseman Approaches

The time of reckoning comes anon,
The odious souls shall perish,
And the sybarites will be left with nothing,
Mass chaos reigns over the world.

From the dust an inexplicable figure emerges,
He turns the world pallid and covers it in darkness,
Only the just shall survive his wrath,
May he give the truly vile no mercy.

The Horseman approaches,
His steed stands that of three men,
It's wry mane sways like fire,
And it's cry can be heard far and wide.

May his hammer be mighty,
May he vanquish his foes with ease,
May his steed move swiftly,
And may he cleanse this earth of filth.

The just need not fear him,
For to them he is their savior,
His hammer shall protect them,
And the cries of his foes shall croon them to sleep.

During these dark days, the good shall sleep well.


-Sir Jestro