Sometimes I write stuff and I have no idea where it comes from, possibly insanity, if so, bring it on...
Horsemen
They come out of the the mist
The Four horsemen of the Apocalypse
except
there's only three...
Death on his pale green horse
Famine on his black horse
War on his red horse
only three
where is Pestilence ?
At home in bed with a cold......
and
a hot water bottle.
Poetry by Blilith
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Written on 2012-02-16 at 21:04
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