“Write what you see,” the angel said as the seals were removed from the scroll. And so John watched and wept and wrote, while the tale of mankind ran its course.
A white horse led the invading armies riding over the land. White smoke rose as houses burned. The conquered planned their return.
The red horse of war brought death and blood that flowed as the setting sun. Then the starving fell as day to night and the black horse cast its shade.
Sickness followed, putrid green, and one last horse remained, while John retold and foretold life and pain.
© Sheila Deeth, April 2009
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Ten stars from me.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Blessings and best wishes - S.
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Springfield, evening