Through fevered dreams the horsemen ride

Across the veil of night

Thundered hoofs match pounding heart

Shiver helplessly in fright

I hear my name above the din

See their skeletal faceless grins

As they lead an extra dark horse

I beg forgiveness of my sins

An icy cold next grips my soul

I feel not the horsemens fetid snort

In dark I shiver now in chills

The horsemens ride somehow abort

Now tis ice grasp upon my brow

Perhaps its Neptunes turn to try

God in heaven end this game

In desperation I do cry

I drift again and shift change more

To a scaffolds hanging tree

The executioner laughing taunts

As he points his finger right at me

I see the world and all I’ve known

In the images flashing past

I pray again please make it end

I don’t want this to last

Then morning light bids me awake

Soaked but no longer in fevers grip

I shake the night fears from my mind

I hear the intravenous drip

Now some may say twas the sickness

Others the medicines prescribed

I think it was the messengers’ choice

To warn me as described.