18 December 2012
Hello again, and today is Monday, December 17, 2012. For the next four days I'll be creating poems, each one for a different apocalyptic horseman, seeing as the world is supposed to end by Friday. Here's the first one, Enjoy.
The white horse marks our Earth, With force and conquest claims, The horse runs giving birth, To subjugated lames.
That suffer your infectious pleas, Of plagues and death and germs, The arrow shot with taint disease, On arrow's toxic terms.
Hark horse be you god or be you devil, Know you are just the first wave of evil.
As always, ZenMercury
93.The White Horse • Opuss № I