I.
What was given is taken from the one who seeks;
He eludes all who doubts his cause.
The ride is blinded by a colorless map,
And he spreads his perspective without a clear mind.
II.
Gripping his rod, the rider charges
Thundering past cowards who change into beasts.
He grabs the first head that snakes in his way
And ravages the saints and the fires of blood.
III.
Taking in the bleak, he inhales the black tar
Of locusts and spoiled meat.
The traveler steps past the ruined lives
And listens to despair at his heels.
IV.
He walks with a cane without an ailment,
An undertaker for lifeblood and pale skies;
Planting his foot forward, he carries doom
While Decay seeps close behind.