Pale Gray Rider

You say your hope has depleted Delusions you can no longer bare But if you slip Death could come find you He could find you completely unaware Don't pray to pale gray horseman Don't pray for your life to end For Death sits on his skeleton horse Who rides in the scarce winds He waits in the darkest shadows He waits with decorum and a grin Please don't pray for the pale horseman Though your delusions you cannot bare The fire that once raged inside you Is now glowing red Ambers instead Ashes floating and scattered Of the life you once had Now praying for Death to take you To the realm that's hidden from man Death travels through all dimensions On the back of his boney friend Draped in the cloak of destiny A reaper's staff in one of his hands His touch is not like the touch of midas His touch pulls your soul out, from within So be careful of what you pray for A wish that can be granted by Death Midas turn all to gold Your soul is gold to him R.K.H 10/16/2021