The Red Horse

A Poem by Nihilus

The third in the Four Horsemen series

I saw a nation in a state of war
A disregard for violence all abhor
Rampaging might with a single end
Moribund dream when men ascend
Bloodbath reality becomes the world
A plot unearthed is now unfurled

Faced with this Apocalypse of existence
It's time to stop living without resistance

I looked and beheld a red horse; and War sat upon him.

He held a greatsword in his hand.