“4 Horsemen”
The revelation as told by: me
A seal is broken the havens are hushed. A creature who has waited many long centuries for this reason stirs. Trumpets unequal are blown by angels, as the creature steps forward and opens his mouth…
“COME!”
A white horse appears, regal both in stance and appearance. A horse so pure surely its purpose is to bare a true king.
But in his movements the spell his beauty cast is broken, for in his steps he is laid true. With each step the sounds of bloody battles and wars rage.
On his back this day he brings an equally regal rider. A rider bearing his bow as a king might his royal scepter or trusty sword. A king his rider appears without mistake, and is confirmed when on his head is laid a crown.
But this king has no subjects he need bother keeping happy, and is single minded in his goal. A goal far too many rulers before him have sought. He will set out from heaven with all such evil kings greatest ambitions, all lands unified under one banner, his!
He rides out this day to conquer and to be herald as the conqueror. But where past kings have lost there way and failed, he will not for he is the first king of the revelation.
A moment passes in heaven before the next seal is broken and another living creature steps forward to do his part…
“COME!”
Like fire the second horse arrives. His coat so red blushing angels seem pail. A red that the very color of flames and blood.
With his every stomp a scream is heard his every hoof fall a life is made forfeit and in his wake are left tracks of that life’s blood.
On his back this cay his rider is given a sword, a sword of such power that even the mighty Arch Angel Michael looks on it in amazement. Only this might sword will not serve as noble a purpose as that of the great flaming saber of Michael.
This day this rider and his sword will strip our world of mans of mans longest sought goal, this day this sword will stab peace thru its heart.
Far though the heavenly trumpets may cry out there calls for all to hear this rider need not head there call. For today his goal will be for man to kill man as brother slaughters brother.
The third seal is broken and the third living creature rises and takes his position in front of God…
“COME!”
Tis a black horse whom answers this answers this call. A black the depths of which have not been seen in this place since the morning stars fall.
With his coming a new sound is heard a groan unmistakable, a groan that can only be made by those with a hunger unquenchable.
His rider caries a pair of scales. Scales whose shine is so brilliant as to almost make up for the darkness they intend to be used for, but there beauty is only paint over there tarnished truth.
For in his scales all food shall be weighed, hunger shall know new limits never imagined. In these scales one quart if wheat will equal one days pay, and three quarts of barley for one days pay. Any less will not make them balanced, and no food is given if these scales do not balance.
In his scales people hunger will consume them, many will find death there. This rider will take many of the old and more of the very young, but he will not discriminate he will take any who do not meet the price shown in his scales.
The fourth seal is broken, and a uniform gasp is heard in heaven. For this moment all is quite not even one of the great trumpets blows. The finial living creature steps forward head hung low, trying to avoid what must be done. A nod from the throne of all thrones where sits the king of all kings assures him this is to be, but wearily still it speaks…
“come.”
Now is the pail green stallion’s turn his journey to heaven on this day has brought him from the very bowels of hell itself.
Every crash of this horses hoof sets fourth a fire so intense it burns even in heaven; every neigh loosened from his throat triggers a thunder so powerful the great gates themselves shake.
On his back rides the fourth and finial horsemen, on his back rides the fourth a deadliest horseman. On his back this rider bares something that till this point no rider before him bore, for his rider is Death and Death bares a toothy grin.
But Death has not come alone in this day, oh no not alone on this his day. He has brought with him all of hell, following close behind eagerly awaiting there moment. For on this they are given rule over one fourth of all, and they will kill with war, famine, diseases, and even bind animals to there will.
All of these called by this fourth creature have waited to hear this days trumpets blow, and see this days riders ride. All watched as one by one the white, then the red, and the black have taken there calls and stood in front of God and been given there assignments. All watched as Death mounted his stallion and sat awaiting the words beckoning him upward.
But now it is here, now is the pail green horse and his riders turn, and both have grown restless. Now is the fourth and finial horseman’s turn, the fourth and most fearsome horsemen’s turn.
And when Death is done it is the end there is no more…
The revelation as told by: me
A seal is broken the havens are hushed. A creature who has waited many long centuries for this reason stirs. Trumpets unequal are blown by angels, as the creature steps forward and opens his mouth…
“COME!”
A white horse appears, regal both in stance and appearance. A horse so pure surely its purpose is to bare a true king.
But in his movements the spell his beauty cast is broken, for in his steps he is laid true. With each step the sounds of bloody battles and wars rage.
On his back this day he brings an equally regal rider. A rider bearing his bow as a king might his royal scepter or trusty sword. A king his rider appears without mistake, and is confirmed when on his head is laid a crown.
But this king has no subjects he need bother keeping happy, and is single minded in his goal. A goal far too many rulers before him have sought. He will set out from heaven with all such evil kings greatest ambitions, all lands unified under one banner, his!
He rides out this day to conquer and to be herald as the conqueror. But where past kings have lost there way and failed, he will not for he is the first king of the revelation.
A moment passes in heaven before the next seal is broken and another living creature steps forward to do his part…
“COME!”
Like fire the second horse arrives. His coat so red blushing angels seem pail. A red that the very color of flames and blood.
With his every stomp a scream is heard his every hoof fall a life is made forfeit and in his wake are left tracks of that life’s blood.
On his back this cay his rider is given a sword, a sword of such power that even the mighty Arch Angel Michael looks on it in amazement. Only this might sword will not serve as noble a purpose as that of the great flaming saber of Michael.
This day this rider and his sword will strip our world of mans of mans longest sought goal, this day this sword will stab peace thru its heart.
Far though the heavenly trumpets may cry out there calls for all to hear this rider need not head there call. For today his goal will be for man to kill man as brother slaughters brother.
The third seal is broken and the third living creature rises and takes his position in front of God…
“COME!”
Tis a black horse whom answers this answers this call. A black the depths of which have not been seen in this place since the morning stars fall.
With his coming a new sound is heard a groan unmistakable, a groan that can only be made by those with a hunger unquenchable.
His rider caries a pair of scales. Scales whose shine is so brilliant as to almost make up for the darkness they intend to be used for, but there beauty is only paint over there tarnished truth.
For in his scales all food shall be weighed, hunger shall know new limits never imagined. In these scales one quart if wheat will equal one days pay, and three quarts of barley for one days pay. Any less will not make them balanced, and no food is given if these scales do not balance.
In his scales people hunger will consume them, many will find death there. This rider will take many of the old and more of the very young, but he will not discriminate he will take any who do not meet the price shown in his scales.
The fourth seal is broken, and a uniform gasp is heard in heaven. For this moment all is quite not even one of the great trumpets blows. The finial living creature steps forward head hung low, trying to avoid what must be done. A nod from the throne of all thrones where sits the king of all kings assures him this is to be, but wearily still it speaks…
“come.”
Now is the pail green stallion’s turn his journey to heaven on this day has brought him from the very bowels of hell itself.
Every crash of this horses hoof sets fourth a fire so intense it burns even in heaven; every neigh loosened from his throat triggers a thunder so powerful the great gates themselves shake.
On his back rides the fourth and finial horsemen, on his back rides the fourth a deadliest horseman. On his back this rider bares something that till this point no rider before him bore, for his rider is Death and Death bares a toothy grin.
But Death has not come alone in this day, oh no not alone on this his day. He has brought with him all of hell, following close behind eagerly awaiting there moment. For on this they are given rule over one fourth of all, and they will kill with war, famine, diseases, and even bind animals to there will.
All of these called by this fourth creature have waited to hear this days trumpets blow, and see this days riders ride. All watched as one by one the white, then the red, and the black have taken there calls and stood in front of God and been given there assignments. All watched as Death mounted his stallion and sat awaiting the words beckoning him upward.
But now it is here, now is the pail green horse and his riders turn, and both have grown restless. Now is the fourth and finial horseman’s turn, the fourth and most fearsome horsemen’s turn.
And when Death is done it is the end there is no more…
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