Horsemen of the Apocalypse,
today ride in tanks and jets,
bringing the same,
death incarnate.

Flashing eyelashes,
seconds in time,
surprisingly passed,
a life lived fast.

Pain and sorrow,
can heal or pass,
but there is no cure,
for death.

A coins two sides,
reside in duality,
just like day and night,
and life and death.

The shadows of the future,
are our constant companions from birth,
becoming longer and darker as the year's pass,
until solidifies as the grim reaper,
on your final day.

Heaven or Hell,
energy in the cosmos,
freed of all burdens,
by times scythe.

As we all must,
eventually, cast off
flesh and blood,
and embrace wings.