Upon A Pale Horse

Upon A Pale Horse


The Bible foretells the end of time,
when riders of the Apocalypse
shall bring forth every type of crime.
The world will be held in their grips
and "Mercy" will not cross their lips.

Upon a pale horse, one called Death
is followed by those freed from Hell.
His howl, with fetid, humid breath,
a sound that carries like a knell,
infects the air as hope dispels.

I've had the pale horse stalk me
though I survived to tell the tale.
Death is inflicted by degree
as hopes are bled until they pale.
The strongest heart is proven frail.

The hollow words hung in the air.
"I'm sorry" and "This is good-bye."
Her look said, "I no longer care."
Though tears were whelming in her eye
I watched her fight the urge to cry.

The horizon shrinks. Here and now
is the only future I can see.
Love has died. I don't know how
as blackness closes in on me.
It's a haunting mystery.

No heroes and no heroines;
only casualties remain.
Love is a game where no one wins;
to the losers, only pain.
I think we all must be insane.

Upon a pale horse, a broken heart.


An entry for "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" 
Must use the words : hollow, haunt, howl, humid, horse, horizon, heroine, hold.
Quintains, ababb rhyme.