The Four Horsemen

A rider to bring justice 
and peace upon the land. 
With all his might and power, 
evil cannot stand. 
In which we come this hour, 
time will slip like sand. 
Cometh the red rider, 
war will be his plan. 
Wreaking all his havok, 
in this we will see, 
The very purpose of his nature, 
etched in memory. 
\Fear the Pale rider, 
the ghost with no shame. 
He brings with him the pestilence, 
a disease that falls like rain. 
The final rider is black as the night. 
He comes to bring us judgement, 
with scales of fear and fright. 
Oil for your barley! 
Hope its the right weight. 
For if the scales are leaning, 
this all will be your fate.