I Looked, And There Before Me Was A Pale Horse. Its Riders Name Was Death And Hades Following Behind Him

Poem By Cree Stewart

I see the pale horse coming my way
It passes one person each day
It takes each mans life
and somedays his unhealthy wife

The children cry at night
hoping the Germans dont take their life
Their religion is wrong
so their days turned long

They have no strength to fight
so they pray with all their might
they havent had food in weeks
and still they seek that mountain peak

They seek a life away from barbed wire
and fear the devastating fire
I look at the ashes amoung the ground
and i fear what my daughter has found

They picked people that were illiterate
so the Germans could be inconsiderate
they yelled and they cursed
all because two women gave birth

I see the pale horse coming my way
it passes one person each day
It took my husbands life
and now, i am his unhealthy wife

Comments about I Looked, And There Before Me Was A Pale Horse. Its Riders Name Was Death And Hades Following Behind Him

Nice one cree; I like it


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Torn Pages

What is it like to be lost within yourself?
To be torn from a world and
be placed in one in which no one knew existed?
Its like a brand new book with torn pages,

Ranchers Ghost

Hands once made out of steel
and the skin that used to peel
It cracked on a cold winters day
when he didn't wear gloves to throw the hay

Living Without You

I keep looking in all the places
Where you are supposed to be
But I never seem to find you
And your all I long to see

Foe

The memories of you two together keep lappin'
You thought it'd never happen
You'd never stoop that low
He treated you good, and you played him like a foe

You Can

You can see the pain in his eyes,
when you tell him
You can feel his heart breaking,
though you are not touching him

Pitch Black

You awake from a nightmare
and find the room pitch black
You notice your not on a bed
instead, a cold slab of concrete