or The Horseman Named Chaos and Despair
The roaring in my blood is the thunder of the Wind
The pounding in my throat is the rhythm of the Wave
The rale within my chest is the throbbing of the Surf
The ringing in my ears is the siren of Alarm
The stillness in my mind is the silence of the Eye
The twitching in my limbs is the panic of the Mob
The burning in my eyes is the weeping of the Crowd
The stench within my nostrils is the anguish of Despair
The steam from out my lips is the poison come from Fear
I am the Horseman never named
I am Chaos
I bring beginning to the End.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 23 September 2005
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