Pale White Horse

Down they fell like the children of Eden

Down they fell like the tower as the land relinquished her ghost

Heed the sirens, take shelter, my lover

Flee the fire that devours

But the sight held me fixed like a bayonet against my throat

Neither plague or famine tempered my courage, nor did raids make me cower

But his translucent skin made me shiver deep within my bones

It was a pale white horse

With a crooked smile

And I knew it was my time

It was the raging storm of a foreign war

And a face I'd seen before