The Fifth Rider

The sanctified divinity of my unworthy intention Scry my thoughts for absolution In seeking with the hope of a foretold prophecy I walk alone in lonely shadow Forever seeking the light One hand gripped by fear The other taking hope Descended from the high night Risen from the low beginning Existence in my story of wavering into ashes The silhouette of the horse upon Looking through me Enlightened hope Seeking redemption by means of the pursuasive My Pale Rider in the sunset