Dark RiderA Poem by Riss RykerHurry children! He comes! The Reaper is here!The wind through the trees like Death’s cold hand. Galloping hoof beats sound through the night, but, my friend, there is not a horse in sight. Echoing loudly down cobblestone streets, Hide now, dear children, lest Death shall you meet. Run to your houses and climb ‘neath your beds! Now hurry, dear children, to your beds you must go! The hoof beats are slowing, is someone awake? The Dark One is passing, and night gives a sigh. © 2015 Riss RykerReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 21, 2015 Last Updated on January 21, 2015 Tags: Dark poetry, death, Grim Reaper, sleeping children, poems about death AuthorRiss RykerAmsterdam, NYAboutRiss Ryker is a self proclaimed introvert, a dreamer, and believes in kindness to others. She loves to grow flowers, herbs, and hang out with her three dogs and her python named Blossom. A new writer .. more..Writing
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