Like a shadow just out of my reach,
And a breath that I can't seem to catch.
Like the chill of something ghostly and haunting,
lurking behind a basement door.
A pale horse rides…
A deep chasm like a hungry black hole,
Bullies me with threats yet unknown but imagined.
I am being stalked by endless frights and numbing possibilities,
Cold fingers have gripped my throat,
Squeezing out my faith, their incessant murmurings
Clattering in my mind like a long loose shutter.
A black horse rides…
Thundering footsteps of fate, echo in the dark tunnel of my vision.
I am wrapped in the sweaty blankets of lightless and sleepless nights.
Their hoof beats mercilessly pound on the soil of my trembling heart.
I am a prisoner of phantoms that ride over my consciousness,
suffocating me in a dust cloud of choking phobia.
A white horse rides…
Unbalanced destinies collide in my troubled mind.
Visions of the dead fill the sky, smoke rising,
From the pyres of burning hopes and charred prayers.
I watch in disillusionment as looming specters hover over me,
hungry vultures returning after a long absence.
No more strength to drive them off,
No more sound in my dream voice…my scream voice
A red horse rides…