La Grande Danse Macabre

This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag gallops through space no spurs, no whips and yet his steed pants towards apocalyps nostrils a-snort in epeleptic fit headlong they rush, athwart the infinite with rash and trampling hoof the cavalier, his flashing sword aflame glashes - now here, now there amongst the nameless slaughtered horde then goes inspecting like some manor-lord the charnel ground, chill and unbound where under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare histories great sepulchered masses lie from the ages near and the ages long gone by death can on both black and white horses ride across the threshold of infinity he you guide