When He opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come and see.” So I looked, and behold, a black horse, and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; and do not harm the oil and the wine.”

(Revelation 6:5,6)

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Amidst the whispers of prophecy’s veil,
The third seal breaks, the herald’s tale,
A black horse strides with measured grace,
Its rider holds scales, a solemn embrace.

“A quart of wheat for a denarius,” the voice declared,
And barley too, a price ensnared.
But oil and wine, untouched they remain,
As the world bows to famine’s reign.