The Dark Horse
The Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
to reap his gruesome prizes,
and deliver a terrible fright.
cloaked in the darkest black,
and the bloodiest red.
with his body of bone he's already dead,
and with his scythe he'll hack!
He comes for you
in the black of night,
and what a gruesome sight.
You'll feel fear anew!
He hacks your souls
with his scythe so sharp,
and with them you pay the tolls
to pull away the tarp,
of heaven.
If your souls are black,
and filled with darkness
for eternity he'll hack,
and you are defenseless!
So when the Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
make sure his prizes
are clear of darkness,
and you just might
receive his forgiveness!
Copyright © Dyp The Wolf | Year Posted 2013
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