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A Shadowed Darkened Course
A Shadowed, Darkened Course
by M. Griswold
10272020
I evoke a tale of a shadowed, darkened course.
Where death rides atop his ghostly gray horse.
He's astraddle his saddle with searching evil eye.
Scanning far then wide to spy who's next to die.
For no man nor woman that's ever been born.
Will escape this pale rider’s stare for the forlorn.
And upon each and all of us his gaze will rest.
Then withdraw our lives from hearts in breast.
Leeching, death latches upon our sorry bones.
Then drags us to where no good thing roams.
A place where shadows dwell and spirit’s groan.
A space of dank, darkened walls of a hellish tone.
Oh yes, I tell you a tale of all men's fearsome foe.
Of death and his dark place bare filled with woe.
I tell you this tale of death without any remorse.
Because it's all men's shadowed, darkened course.
Copyright ©
Mitchell Griswold
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