Apocalypse
A myriad of colours
The rainbow shall appear
Above the sea that is of glass and crystal, clear
Thunder and lightning rage about an emerald throne
No longer can the world condone
The evil ones
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And came four horses then
A white horse, rider armed with bow
Sent out to deal the conqueror a blow
A horse of red, and power to he that rode
A sword was in his hand as forth they strode
To kill for peace
oOo
And next a black horse came
Its rider armed with balance, for to weigh
Each mortal fault to see which ones shall pay
And last a pale horse, rider pale as well
Whose name is Death; and followed now by Hell
These riders sent to rid us of our pain
And those who would oppress us shall be slain
APOCALYPSE!
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I was trying to get an anapaestic feel to the riders; I'm not sure it's entirely successful but it was a learning experience.