Whitehorsemen

Three white horses, all running in the night, darkness enfolds yet there's a moon so bright. The hooves they hammer now like thunder, step back or they may just drag you under.Messengers from the stars, to earth below, no one sees where from or where they go. On moonlit nights you hear them on breeze, they leap the clouds to run across the trees.Drop to mother earth at the appointed time, to keep their rhythm and not spill the rhyme. A warrior, they seek, to lift him from the night, his sword is Damocles, he is defender of right.Unknown each horse an Angel in disguise, Armaita, Angel of truth as the leader flies, then Nisroc, Angel of freedom follows near, but its Bablo, Angel of Goodness at the rear.Almost dawn until their quest is finally done, they find their warrior, who is the chosen one. Who will rise forth mounted, to take up the fight, the one they call Urim, who is Angel of light.