The White Horseman has ridden the city
And a great epidemic spread all throughout
Its denizens deserve not their own pity
One caused by something more intense than drought
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Cards of the Creator
ŞiirA collection of four-line poems originally written for a scrapped card game. Included are some things to think about, consciously and subconsciously.
VII - Pestilence
The White Horseman has ridden the city
And a great epidemic spread all throughout
Its denizens deserve not their own pity
One caused by something more intense than drought