the black stallion rider

out on a plain of Grasses green
Sunlit tint with dew
Sat the Spectre of blackness and pain
upon his Great Steeds back.
Within his Right boney hands Steel grip
the skath called Reapings blade abound.
His Steeds Red eyes waited,breath of mist
its blackened body waiting
waiting for his masters chores to begin.
the black stallion Rider watched sitting errect.

far out on the plain, away,away
traveled a Caravan, of many with a man.
a man.... a man with no name.
demons, and haunts of the night, traced...
oh yes traced with Sickness pleagued-
oh the man with no name.....
Who Could See the Spectre far out on the plain.
Death encompassed the man with no name.

out across the plain, the Spectre turned;
and Rode away....
Close examination of his Skath of death-
Blackness and pain... was written the name...
the name...... of the man with no name.





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