I sit, lonely on my knees as the four men stand before me.

One light yellow, as old porcelain one fiery red as anger, one green, and bleeding as hate, One black and empty as bone.

the first one steps forward, pulling off his hood, his face thin and lean, his eyes so indented into his head, it's almost as if they were black holes. In the holes I see death, men, women, and children falling to hunger, thin and bony, I see war break out over food, I see bugs and disease spread across the land. None moved as the man atop the horse stood on a hill looking at his art. Famine were his words as he stepped back.

Next, the second one stepped forward, pulling off his hood. Exposing burning red skin and a silver helmet. I look into his eyes, me being transported to a different place. I see fire, I see death, I see disease spread across the land, I see food running short. The blood spread across the open field. a man atop his horse, one man remaining, his body falling to the ground as the man stepped back.

The next man stepping forward. His hood falling as I see green eyes, and a wrapped face. I look into his eyes and see locusts devouring crops and destroying homes. I see death, I see wars, I see no food in all. I see the streets full of bugs moving and destroying. I see disease destroy all the last surviving. I see a man sit upon a hill looking at the land. As the man bows his head and moves back.

Then the last man steps forward. His hood falling naturally, His skull smiling raniely down at me His eyes blacker than the first. I see a land. The sky black men, women, and children falling to the ground no cause. the life out of there eyes. unlike the rest, I saw no famine, no pestilences, no wars. The last man stands

For anyone who thinks the apocalypse is "Zombies coming from the ground" or "a meteorite falling from the sky" you are wrong. This what it will be like. For now I notice who I am looking at. The four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Famine, Destroyer of the same

War, Killer of love and life

Pestilence, slow death, and agony

and death, destroyer of all, and the lone killer, unlike the rest, death wreaking its havoc daily

As they rode away, I knew. I would need to watch out for the day they come, for when they do, death will be our closest friend