I see through death
Pale in the daylight
Invisible in the night’s light
Enough to see
Not quite a shade
Not quite a mirror
Not quite a shimmering
cold breath in the air
that comes on an unseen wind
Not quite the last
warm breath deceiving us
Horse and rider pale and unknowable
But we know him, this slouching rider
We see him
We welcome him
We invited him
We are him

Black Horse
Red Horse
White Horse
Shared for the dverse OLN of March 4, 2020

18 thoughts on “Apocalypse 4: The pale horse

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  4. How did I miss this series? I remember seeing the white horse one but maybe under another title? Your neighbor that showed up at just the right time. All of these horses are familiar. I like how you drew each one.

  5. You really captured ‘almost-there-ness’ in your poem, Xan. I especially love:
    ‘Not quite a shade
    Not quite a mirror
    Not quite a shimmering’.

  6. There is a nice suspense in this which drew me in and had me mesmerized to the last eloquent lines. “We invited him” rings true as I do believe collectively and individually we all need to be careful what we wish for. 💕

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