I hear the sound of the pale white horse, Its thundering hoofs beating to time's familiar rhythm.
I search the rider's fiery gaze finding no remorse just a poignant resolve to stay the coming course.
I smell the blood of my yesterday, raining down from his risen sword, each drop a wasted moment forever lost to time.
He now decays my every thought and plagues my waking hours as he infects my dreams with pestilence and lays waste to my today.
He'll lead his beasts along the coming road ravaging all my plans leaving me gaunt and famished as together they devour my tomorrows.
His slow and steady gallop thunders to the beat of the ticking clock creating a cadence that's played to its rhythm heralding in a faint prelude to my eventual requiem.
Revelation 6:7-8 King James Version (KJV) 7 And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. 8 And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to **** with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.