Flashback Friday Poetry: The Four Horsemen

the scroll is broken
out of the depths comes Conquest
the white horse rides on

with a bow and crown
he will take on the masses
Conquest will ride on

the scroll is broken
out of the depths comes Bloodshed
the red horse rides on

with a sword in hand
he will take on the masses
Bloodshed will ride on

the scroll is broken
out of the depths comes Famine
the black horse rides on

with his scales in hand
he kills and starves the masses
Famine will ride on

the scroll is broken
from the darkest depths comes Death
the pale horse rides on

with Hades behind
he will conquer the masses
they belong to Him

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Flashback Friday Poetry: Chaos

without tardiness, the measure is done
it is safe to say the battle is won
all villains and enemies will crumble
by My hand, all in My path will tumble
do not jest in ridicule unto Me
for it is I who will let your soul free
only true and just warriors may pass
justice and honor are why they will last
I am the battlefield; I am the blade
in the heat of war My image won’t fade

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.