Pale Horse

Time 'tis for me to ride on the reddening ways: let the pale horse tread the aerial path.

Away galloped their crystal racer, outrunning the "pale horse" which followed them!

The knees of the fourth horseman, sharp as spurs, were pricking the ribs of the pale horse.

Ay, the pale horse; my head's splitting; oblige me with the looking-glass, and a little less light will answer.

And I saw, and behold a pale horse: and he that sat upon him, his name was Death; and Hades followed with him.