The Horsemen A castle stands alone, The enemy all 'round. Their king has been slain, And on the ground lies his crown. There is no hope no more, The troops are knocking on heaven's door. When, from the distant shore, Rides the undead horsemen. The enemy is frightened, And some men start to cry. They all raise their bows, And at the horsemen let their arrows fly. The enemy starts to flee, And the horsemen ride with glee. And batter down the runaways With demon swords. The battle is won, The enemy is gone, But the horsemen still ride, Cursed for all time. 4:08 PM Ah the boredom of English class after you've finished your Macbeth test. Wonderful for scribbling down odd writings and such. Well, that's about the most exciting thing that's happened recently, except for friday. Yesterday was boring...the likes of which I have not seen for some time, except until I hung out with Andrew, which was fun. But today nothing at all happened. Been trying to get started on my Macbeth work, but it isn't working very well, and my MSN is being gay. Very very gay. Well, I'm out for now. Later. PS. Comment and let me know what you think of The Horsemen.