The Horseman

A horseman came a-riding in,
A-riding in the morning;
A horseman came a-riding in,
A-riding in the morning.

The horseman did the town surround
To hear the horseman’s story.
He wailed, then slid from off his mount
And fell beneath an awning.

A horseman came a-riding in,
A-riding in the morning;
A horseman came a-riding in,
A-riding in the morning.

The doctor noted he was sick,
So sick he wasn’t talking:
“I’ve failed to learn what’s wrong with him,
So sick that he’s not talking.”

The horseman lifted up his vest,
Revealing skin appalling:
“The plague!” The town all drew a breath
And died that very morning.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, 2017

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Author: glennhorne

Writing on matters of Australian national security since 2016. Poetry.

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