The Dark and the Pale
He rode forth conquering and to conquer,
Lord of our time and this realm's emperor.
Pale was his steed, so firm and strong the hand
in which he held his ruthless iron rod.
Within the walls of yon dark tower mewed up,
his captives cry for freedom and for light,
and one who quaffed too deeply his red wine
must ride a nightmare to the ocean's bed.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2020
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