The Dark Rider of the other-worldA Poem by Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
He rides through the misty mountains of the north
And through the Forest's of the south Seeking vengeance for the torment of his kind So he rides fast and hard to journey forth The rider journeys towards the lost kingdom One last time must he see the memories of his past Smoke and ash still fly amongst the wreckage This great place once held much great wisdom So with much anger he rides to the south He kills all who stare, with a slash of his blade 'Till he finally reaches the kingdom of wealth If you listened hard enough you could still hear his blade call out So he killed the once mighty king and all who challenged him Burning the kingdom of wealth to the very earth He rode off towards a new village, but none welcomed him This rider was forever know then after as, The grim © 2014 Oswald Chesterfield CobblepotAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorOswald Chesterfield CobblepotGotham , NJAboutWelcome foolish mortals, to my domain. Kindly step all the way into my profile... there's no turning back now. Yes as you can tell, I'm weird. But don't let that stop you from indulging in .. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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