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the fifth horseman

darkness rides itself
wrapped in an empty cloak
on the back of a frothing stallion
mouthing phantom malice
without a rider to give it voice
soulless
searching for someone new
to fulfill the cape
only air drapes now
whispering through its breathless folds
your name pilgrim
you.

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BY NEIL BROSNAN

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