Behold a pale stranger
with white skeletal arms.
A blood red dance
in a mask of death.
Behold a pale stranger
with a cross of misgiving,
a staff of virginal white,
and arms crossed on his chest.
Behold a pale stranger
with a message of pending doom.
A white stallion
with headless rider.
Behold a pale stranger,
an empty shell of life.
7 January 1982
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is he a stranger, because we are always destined to meet.. Will he be unwelcome or a blessed release...?