The 5th Horseman
No thundering hooves follow my tracks It is not the Four Riders that come in my wake, but their creatures No bloody War No insistent Pestilence No heartbreaking Famine or sweet claws of Death It is the Fifth that follows me- the invisible Hounds of Hell They catch my scent time and again, chuffing at my heels Ever driving me forward, flushing me into a pathless forest I cannot shake them Despair, Depression Their nostrils erupt with cold, night air I can feel their breath next to my ear when I sleep Even in the silence of a clear day, the distant baying echoes in the recesses, reverberating in my mind- I am never alone From the desert and mountains, to the sweet rolling hills of the south, to the rainy torrents of the distant sea, they come again and again, the relentless pursuers of nightfall Salvation cannot find me on the run There is no light inside the forest I must turn, seek out the invisible forms and cry for battle I must defeat them, or