The black horse had no rider.
Yet it carried on it death.
First, a powerful kingdom,
where sightings of it began.
Then, disease killed all people.
Next, a village far away.
Three days later, attacked, burned.
The black horse travels around.
Many towns, where all are dead.
Each one from different causes,
but they all saw the black horse.
None can escape its fury.
Pray not to see it coming,
who’s only rider is death,
for to see it means something,
it means it has seen you too.