This ancient tale from so long ago,
Thought to be lost for years, you know.
Strangely now it’s been resurrected
Far sooner than anyone expected.
This ancient story buried within a pit,
Never read alone unless light is lit
A tale so dark it’s beyond compare
Known only as The Shadowmare.
As recalled by elders from times past,
Some said the words as was their last.
For when all alone and light is lost
No good will come of fingers crossed
For in the dark lurks a shadow there
Yes, that my friend is the Shadowmare.
You blame your eyes for tricks that deceive
But fear holds you fast you dare not leave
Did you see it move? Or a trick of the eye
Did you hear a sound? Or a haunting sigh.
It’s just your imagination taking flight,
But still it keeps you awake every night,
Till time is fled and your mind does snap
And fatigue wears you down into its trap,
To loose your mind to an irrational fear
That is when the shadowmare will appear.
28th September 2016
Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2016