Evil Rides the Wind
A cascade of blood
flowed down the steps,
but the swish of the sword
hadn’t finished yet
Cutting through sinew
bones and veins,
torturing men
faceless no-names
Dripping in blood
and bellowing in lust,
a man with no fear
low sight for the just
Pillaging villages
putting heads on spikes,
raging with evil
with hatred he strikes
Riding through deserts
with bones all around,
these are his leavings
on the roadside are found
A warning to others
don’t knock on this door,
or your head may end up
rolling the floor
Mounting his hellion
he rides the wind,
a horrible form
eyes shine with sin
This evil does travel
and may gallop through town,
bolt your doors
and keep your head down
All through the ages
this evil floods,
gushing through streets
as rivers of blood
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2009
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