Is Love the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse? (A Poem).
Just contemplate the mayhem Love has caused!
The Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse
(The one we should fear the most).
"The Four were Red, Black, Pale and White
That rode to Judgment Day that night.
In order, white, red, black and pale,
The watching hordes began to wail.
First was Conquest, proud and tall,
Followed by War’s chilling pall.
Then gaunt Famine galloped free
The last steed, Death, for you and me.
But Revelation‘s tale was lies
A fifth rider haunts our skies
Who wounds and kills with scented kisses
An Apocalypse of hope and wishes.
No colors grace this rider’s mien,
He strikes before he can be seen
This hellion comes not from above,
…Foolish humans call him “Love.”