Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

The end we all awaited is near,

The sound of galloping horses mark the day with a sear,

Their forthcoming I feared,

The four horsemen of the apocalypse have appeared.

The end is here.

The white horsemen with a bow it hold arrived,

To start the apocalypse it carved,

Following the orders of the above as its quest,

And to vanquish the world under its conquest.

The red horse with a sword it holds appeared,

To eradicate the peace you deared,

Bringing forth war to the world,

And making it all into a netherworld.

Silence finally came to this world,

But nothing had recovered.

The black horse with a scale it hold came,

To restart the destruction in flame,

Under the circumstances of starvation,

Where famine is the start of another human annihilation.

The green horse with a scythe emerge,

To see the conclusion that had been converge,

Followed by the one to see what had been abominated,

And by death to end the apocalypse that had started.

The world we all know finally ended.