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Flesh of the Fallen

Wrought with rot of wounds that time forgot
Faces of the dead and living, all were distraught

He galloped through time, continents, and many places
From battle to battle, race to race, he left bloody traces

His steed was a red colored horse
Sword in hand he utilized brute force

It is said he is one of four
His name....The Horseman of War
Written by ConsequentialChaos
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Author's Note
With everything going on in the world today, I thought this would be a fitting poem.
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