DEATH COME'S RIDING

The wind was low

and time stood still

and death comes riding

o'er the hill

His fearome steed

was black as coal

his notrails flared

his red eye bold

 

Black hood pulled tight

around his face

he must ride fast and

keep the pace

it's almost time

the hour is nigh

 the moon is high

an eagle cries

 

And soon would be

the hour of gloom

with frosted breath

death rides to doom

And soon Someone

will meet his fate

so he must ride

death can't be late

 

He tops the hill

he see's below

there lies his prey

and he must go

Invisibally he waits

and stands near by

stretch out strong  hands

for he must die

 

And as the stars shown over head

death hummed an erie tune

and lo, the sound was never heard

like silence in an empty tomb

an accident

an injured child

a weeping mother

almost wild

 

A young boy  thrown

from off his horse

death cannot wait

just stay on course

now he rides fast

into the night

he holds the boy

his spirit light

 

And looking down

on this silent one

he thinks

another mision almost done

the wind was low

the night was chill

and two rode back

across the hill 

 

 

 

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