There is a storm coming

There is a storm coming

Pale against the horizon

A horseman

Barely visible

To the casual glance

As grey as the

Rolling clouds

He flickers

In and out of focus

Lost in the

Shimmer of heat

The haze of dust

The stench

Of a carnivore

Does he approach

With purpose

Will he know my name

What will he find

Behind our

Fractured wall

We can shore it up

In self defence

But he is thunder

And will strike

With lightning speed

Should that be

The essence of

His last command

Before the wind

Is whipped into a frenzy

And the reaping begins

Even he is a spectator

When a storm breaks

It is indiscriminate

Give him shelter

A little kindness

Goes a long way

Toward addressing

The balance

In a recount

Even a stranger

Can become

A friend

And in adversity

We find the courage

To face the fear

Once known

The fight is almost won