"The Fourth and Last Ride"

~The Fourth and Last Ride~
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The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near,
With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog
These faceless reins have come to ride you into
an unknown fear;

Out in the distance cries and screams fade away,
There is no noise to hear but the clashing of souls
to see who wins the fight;

Some will go to the tunnel of bright, the others will spend
their lives in an endless dark of night,
At this time six blows by Gabe is the horn that sounds
and tells the good to raise;

The ones with wings and halos that fly in formation,
but the ones I chose are like strong horse riffs,
and your last ride with,
"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse"