Death rides through

Death rides through

 

 

On a dark moonless night,

 a dark shadow stretched its fingers across the sand,

and as it did,

the innocent lost their heads.

 

Like a plague the dark shadow grew,

and made the land,

putrid and rife with evil.

 

The shadows drew into its fold,

dark souls who were willing to do it’s biding in the name of it’s god,

and clothed it’s new recruits in black,

and masked them,

so that none could see their faces.

 

Flags of black with white markings,

festooned the camps,

and rallied the evil around it’s banners.

 

In the mornings light came a rider,

on a white horse spewing fire from its nostrils,

vengeance and fire in one hand,

in the other clutched in his iron fist,

was the sword of redemption.

 

The rider sheathed the sword of redemption and proclaimed,

“None shall be redeemed this day,

in the potters ground you shall sleep,

for not even the devil wants you this day.”

 

As trumpets blew and pipers played,

the rider reared his steed,

and a whirlwind of fire and vengeance laid waist the black cloaked souls.

 

So great was the carnage,

that not even the Angels dared look upon the land.

 

In the ashes of the riders vengeance,

raised the souls of the innocent,

and as they rose the Angels gathered them and escorted them to Heaven.

 

To this day the rider waits,

at the edge of darkness,

he waits for the fingers of darkness to spread its evil across the land again.

 

On that day he will judge,

in measured hundred weight and penny pound.

 

The four beasts will ride.

Author's Note

Reviews

[NoelHC]

You do a great job writing these battle ballads Ron, it puts me in mind of some of the heroic poetry of days gone by.
Well written.

[ron]

Thank you Noel.
Whats heroic poetry?

[NoelHC]

For one example, the one we discussed offline recently, The Charge of the Light Brigade. The dictionary defines it as narrative verse that is elevated in mood and uses a dignified, dramatic, and formal style to describe the deeds of aristocratic warriors and rulers. Similar to the style you have used in this poem.

[ron]

OK cool....

[MandaBear]

This makes me want to go and fight for the Light!! You really hit me in the feels with this one. Great story Ron!

[ron]

Thank you Manda.
Ya but it's the new brand of terrorists that this song is aimed at to take out.

[realmwriter]

This speaks of the book of Revelations. The rider on a white steed is a very sharp image against this throng of evil you have conjured. You use stark and powerful strokes to elicit visceral images and evoke feelings of despair but at the same turn, More of Hope and determination. Of salvation from that which seeks only to destroy. What a wonderful penning. Great Job my friend. Thank you for asking me to read this piece.

[ron]

Wow...I'm speechless. You have made my week with your review. I have a smile on my face now thank you realmwriter.

[realmwriter]

Happy to be of service. It was a good read.

[ron]

Thank you again realmwriter, I am still speechless.

[realmwriter]

It was a pleasure.