At Rainbow's End At rainbow’s end, I looked for gold; And still I search, Alone and cold: The rainbow’s gone And now I’m old. The Hooves that Thundered The hooves that thundered on the roof, An awful sound to hear; And when the mighty steeds arrived, My heart was gripped with fear. The horses black as ebony, A chariot in tow, A fearsome rider held the reins; I had no place to go. The horseman’s face a scowling mask, So clearly in command; But racked with pain, I smiled relief And gladly took his hand. I will not see the light again; But here with Death, I feel no pain. They Say That Taste Will Change with Age They say that taste will change with age - Indeed, I cannot disagree: I surely wouldn’t want you now; But now perhaps you’d fall for me… Jack Horne is married and lives in Plymouth, England. A number of his poems have been published and read out on the radio. A collection of poetry, co written with two friends, has just been accepted for publication. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition.