Poetry

"Four horsemen ride, with a solemn pace
Bringing fate to humanity's fragile space
War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death's dark might
Together they ride, through the fading light

War's red stallion, with a fiery mane
Leaves battlefields bloody, and souls in pain
Famine's black horse, with a rider so gaunt
Brings hunger's despair, and a hopeless chant

Pestilence's pale steed, with a rider so grim
Spreads disease and decay, with a deadly whim
Death's white horse, with a rider so still
Collects the souls, with a silent will

Together they ride, through the world's demise
A quartet of doom, with a final surprise
Their horses' hooves, beat out a funeral march
As humanity falls, to the apocalypse's dark"