Twin Riders of the Damned
Twin Riders of Death
By Jim Campbell
Desert riders approaching
From the towers
Torches burning
Dark knights
All in black
Fear of death
Impending attack
Horses breathing
Their cold steel breath
Drama unfolding
Like Shakespeare’s
Mac Beth
Heavy castle doors closing
Through the courtyard
There’s foreboding
Children
their mothers holding
Poor timing
For there won’t be
A second for crying
As in the graveyard
The corpses dance
For they’ll soon
Have new friends
The soldiers are gathering
To make
Their final stand
A futile stance
Not a chance
Given
From
The
Twin riders
Of the damned
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