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