Poem Analysis: Death Rides A Pale Horse
8 Death Rides a Pale Horse
“I have heard the stories that go round, 'bout how I lost my sight; few, are brave enough to ask. You, Little One, are braver than those who claim to be brave.” Charity did not respond; she was busy studying his face. She could tell that he must have been a handsome man at one time; now, not so much. His skin had the appearance and texture of the underside of a dried boar hide- his face, trenched with deep, fissures that reminded her of the lines on the map she saw hanging by the door on her way out of the Mercantile.
“When I was a young warrior, I was too self-important to have the sense of a turkey. A turkey will fly a mile with an arrow through his heart and not even know that he is dead.” He paused to let …show more content…
By the light of the moon you could see as day. During a break in the weather, we left on foot - we thought the worst was over. There was ten of us in our party, no longer proud, strutting peacocks. We was too hungry to lay and wait for the return of the animals. We headed to the river to try to catch some fish, it was frozen over; it has to be mighty cold, to stop Old Man River from flowing…” Again, he paused, either, giving her time to absorb those words, or gathering his thoughts, and then continued. “We traveled on- after a full day’s hunt, we had found no game. Having no recourse, and with still a little strutting rooster in us, me and two others, Running Horse and Tutolaka, said we were brave. We told the others that we would cross the river, go into the white eyes village and get food for our …show more content…
In his eyes, I saw him running, and on his back rode, Death, and Death looked me in the eye. You think death is a thing that happens when someone’s spirit leaves the body behind, but Death is an embodiment- he comes to claim the spirits of those that pass into the firmament of the Heavens…
“When I looked into his eyes, I could not move; I could not release my eyes from his. As our bodies crashed together, the last vision I had, was of Death on a pale horse. The world turned as black as a starless night- the darkness entered my mind, my soul shook with fear, and then my eyes could no longer see… Never again, have they beheld light or the beauty that is, Ela, our Mother Earth. Even the familiar darkness, we see when our eyes are closed is no longer there.” When he paused, Charity exhaled and then took another deep breath, listening intently, as he continued his
“I have heard the stories that go round, 'bout how I lost my sight; few, are brave enough to ask. You, Little One, are braver than those who claim to be brave.” Charity did not respond; she was busy studying his face. She could tell that he must have been a handsome man at one time; now, not so much. His skin had the appearance and texture of the underside of a dried boar hide- his face, trenched with deep, fissures that reminded her of the lines on the map she saw hanging by the door on her way out of the Mercantile.
“When I was a young warrior, I was too self-important to have the sense of a turkey. A turkey will fly a mile with an arrow through his heart and not even know that he is dead.” He paused to let …show more content…
By the light of the moon you could see as day. During a break in the weather, we left on foot - we thought the worst was over. There was ten of us in our party, no longer proud, strutting peacocks. We was too hungry to lay and wait for the return of the animals. We headed to the river to try to catch some fish, it was frozen over; it has to be mighty cold, to stop Old Man River from flowing…” Again, he paused, either, giving her time to absorb those words, or gathering his thoughts, and then continued. “We traveled on- after a full day’s hunt, we had found no game. Having no recourse, and with still a little strutting rooster in us, me and two others, Running Horse and Tutolaka, said we were brave. We told the others that we would cross the river, go into the white eyes village and get food for our …show more content…
In his eyes, I saw him running, and on his back rode, Death, and Death looked me in the eye. You think death is a thing that happens when someone’s spirit leaves the body behind, but Death is an embodiment- he comes to claim the spirits of those that pass into the firmament of the Heavens…
“When I looked into his eyes, I could not move; I could not release my eyes from his. As our bodies crashed together, the last vision I had, was of Death on a pale horse. The world turned as black as a starless night- the darkness entered my mind, my soul shook with fear, and then my eyes could no longer see… Never again, have they beheld light or the beauty that is, Ela, our Mother Earth. Even the familiar darkness, we see when our eyes are closed is no longer there.” When he paused, Charity exhaled and then took another deep breath, listening intently, as he continued his