Pale White Horse

Down they fell like the children of Eden Down they fell like the tower as the land relinquished her ghost Heed the sirens, take shelter, my lover Flee the fire that devours But the sight held me fixed like a bayonet against my throat Neither plague or famine tempered my courage, nor did raids make me cower But his translucent skin made me shiver deep within my bones It was a pale white horse With a crooked smile And I knew it was my time It was the raging storm of a foreign war And a face I'd seen before