He never dreamed
He carried our doom
Drumming hooves
Over fields –
We watched his approach
Passive, unmoving
Remembering the lessons
Of the past
And closing our eyes to them –
Willful ignorance
Carried on a pale horse
The perversion of virtue
Holding forth
In hallowed halls –
While we chased
Our greed
And cheerfully
Left the world to burn
So long as someone else
Could be blamed –
The pale horse
Rides again
And we wait
Choosing to make destruction
Inevitable –
Rather than riding forth
To greet him
And send him on his way ~ Caroline A. Slee