"When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; and do not damage the oil and the wine.”

The third Horseman of the Apocalypse. Famine, bearing scales with which to measure out the rations during the famines.

My own little Incarnation of Famine. In my mythology, Famine comes third.
Represented here as a regular horse, because I ran out of ideas.