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Dark Horseman

You catch his sweet scent
On the wind in the air.
With cold steely eyes
at you does he stare.

Hidden in the shadows
by the light of the moon
is the devil’s own reaper
Foretelling of doom.

The time has come.
You knew it would.
The race to the end,
has started for good

Over hill and dale
on horse’s hooves does he fly.
Each time he gets close,
The scythe passes you by.

You run very fast
But you can not hide.
For if it’s in the cards
You must abide.

Does he just love the chase?
That makes your adrenaline flow?
Or has your time come
And he’s in the know?


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