The dark horse comes
Death is on it’s way
The dark horse comes
The rider brings dismay
He’s after my soul
He wont let go
The dark horse comes
I will not run
The dark horse comes
The death race has begun
He comes with hooves striking the stone
Sparks flare up within it’s path
He comes for the life
That is my own
The dark horse comes
It’s eyes are bloodshot red
The dark horse comes
The sight of which
Makes you dread
Fire flares from every opening
Blood flows free and clear
It is the thing
Of every fear
The dark horse comes
It rides through the night
The dark horse comes
What a troublesome sight
Every worst nightmare
However I can not help but stare
The dark horse comes
It’s hair midnight black
The dark horse comes
upon the ground it leaves no tracks
It moves with silent haste
It deals death
There is no waste
The dark horse comes
Whose rider is death
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a little piece to get us in the mood for halloween
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Comments5
Timely great piece now that Halloween is approaching. Good work.
Thank you
Great write Tony...very well done
Thank you
Keep him out of my neighborhood for a while longer. Heh, heh. Thanks.
Will do
Ooooh eerie 👍
Thank you
This poem is amazing!!
Thank you
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