Poetry

"Three horsemen ride, through the midnight air
With darkness as their cloak, and terror as their snare
Their steeds' hooves beat, with a mournful sound
As they bring the shadows, to a world around

The first horseman, with a helmet of black
Rides forth with Fear, and a dreadful pack
His presence chills, the blood in every vein
As he spreads the darkness, like a deadly stain

The second horseman, with a cloak of night
Rides forth with Doubt, and a treacherous light
He whispers lies, in the ears of the bold
And leads them astray, with a heart of cold

The third horseman, with a face so grim
Rides forth with Death, and a final whim
His touch is cold, his heart is stone
As he collects the souls, and makes them his own"