The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
There they are, underneath the trees
Waiting in the shadows for their turn
To ride on their ferocious mounts
And plague and kill and burn
To the west a white horse leaves with speed
While his hoofs whip the earth
In search to vanquish all who cross their way
It’s Conquest, for what it’s worth
Just over the hills in the north
Disappears a red horse in the air
War is riding on its back
To kill and spread hate everywhere
Galloping towards the south
Famine leads his black horse to his way
All around people are starving
As he passes and turns fertile in decay
In the east a pale horse kicks his feet
Towards the rising sun with steamy breath
This will be the last day of the human race
For this pale horse carries Death
And so they came and won
These four horsemen of the Apocalypse
The world now is pure and silent
No more words will pass his lips
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Cathje: | Donderdag, oktober 14, 2004 20:11 |
| Heel mooi! | |
| life~in~every~breath~: | Donderdag, oktober 14, 2004 10:40 |
| wauw.. dat is echt een geweldig gedicht.. all these images that cross my mind..breath-taking..ik ben alvast een fan!^^ veel liefs, |
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| Marloesjuh: | Donderdag, oktober 14, 2004 09:46 |
| Heel erg mooi geschreven, heel knap dat je dat kan!!! x Marloes |
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| Tim Mooij: | Donderdag, oktober 14, 2004 01:26 |
| :)ja, kken het stuk, mooi verwoordt, mooie woorden, origineel onderwerp, mooi gedicht.. take care T |
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| Auteur: Holden Caulfield | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 oktober 2004 | ||
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