The Pale Horse

Dear friend

You told me once of my destiny, of my life to come. You told me that on the day that you lift the veil I would be one of the four that you push into the world. You told me that on the day that the lamb is unleashed to the world outside our window I would answer only to a statement of invitation. You said, come and see.

You called the first quarter of my mind the ruler of my kingdom, the one that would raise my empire from the ashes of the phoenix on the bones of my enemies. You promised me conquest. You promised me a king to lead my followers into the light from the darkness of the veil.

You called the second that of a warrior. He would create the foundation for that empire, slaying my enemies for any injustice that they throw at us. He would push them into the pit of their ultimate demise, holding nothing but a long sword to thrust unto the chest of anyone who saw to deprive us of our empire.

The third part of me would use famine to my advantage, ruining crops and destroying the food supply into my enemies camps. He would judge those who would look to join us from their side and he would torture them who seek to deceive us by starving them and destroying their food in front of their faces.

Then you told me of my place, this final quarter of my mind would be my most prominent. You named me Deadman, and you told me that until the day comes that we lift that veil you would follow in my shadow, advising me and advancing my life as best you could. Then, when the day came, you would follow with me into my kingdom and sit with me on my throne above my empire of bones and place upon my head my crown of souls. Then we would rule over the world of men, vicariously watching others wither and die before me simply because they stood against me.

I am to be the Ultimate Horseman.

I am to be revealed.

I wait for you to say..

.. Come and See.

I remain,

The Deadman