Marching Three Horsemen Poem by Dylan Engelbrecht

Unreal how it started
Ending early in May
Evening broke as we parted
Yet I am not to have a say.

Off I drift, my thoughts in endless shift
Late words leave me
Eventually one will see.

Laying down as he peers at me
Dawn is soon to come, now tell me what's the fuss
And yet I am to some, the first or last of us
And yet no glee I see.

Nothing but the waning son, feeling oh so blue
Go on, why am I to hear you?

The strange you are
Not asking who I am, look at my mane.
Endless thoughts, your mind so far.
Am Curiosity, that's thy name

Off you go, I have been left as so
Endless words go to and fro.

Say, I hear a voice out there
I am the dawn, a great flare
Gives my nature, yours a fright?
So now take my light, mend all that is torn

Fine voice in my head
Say why it is, that I hear you
Did the dusk tell you what I said
I must have you know that to this I am new.

If you must know, I am white as snow
Dawn is not my real name, but it's all the same
Do you dare to Care?
Varies from time to time, give me to them and your heart will tear.

Love is the last horsemen of us three
Though he died with a knife in his back as he smiled with glee.