Red horse

the second seal broke, through the gates came the sound of battle on a horse of red, a armor wearing warrior with a cape of blaze and ash. On his back, slung with the pelt of a bear there hung a great sword of bone and metal, stained with red liquid of thousands. He landed onto the earth with a shattering boom like earth quake, his three deep glowing red eyes stared like laser sights as they peered into the souls of the responsible. 

With his fear skull masked face and light chiming sound of the dog tags around his neck he left the population in silence, until he picked up a silver looking stick from his belt pouch and blew into it making the sound of a dog whistle, from out of know a beast of chaos came to him like the loyal dog it was, with snarling teeth and drooling gums it was larger then any dog you'd ever see. 

The horseman climbed upon the beast and with a "YAH!" they rode off.  He rode off with the sound of pain, chaos and cries, left behind in his insane rampage; the swinging of his sword brought death and destruction. Those who lived, looked upon each other, with hate in the eyes, blame, insult, and violence took love away from once brothers. Neighbors replaced their kindness with hate, sons turned on their fathers, and peace was stripped from the earth and sent ablaze with the inferno.

The rider swung his blood drenched piece of metal towards the distracted who we're too busy fighting each other and pulled out a horrific gun with one single jagged talon. He set his sword back into the sheath on his back and fire his weapon at the walls of buildings, crumbling them down to ground with falling debris crushing bystanders who got in the way.

The Horse man looked upon his work, smoke rose from the fires that were created, bodies lied in dirt and mutilated with bullets, sounds of sirens filled the air and grieving was the only emotion felt by the population who lived to tell the tale.

Mission accomplished…