Black Horse Poem by Tara Bridget Moore

Oh night, night, shady night,

How you creep,

With little feet,

Pouncing on the unaware,

Removing sight from those

who bear,

the cross upon their back.



For you shall always creep,

Stealthily,

as armies weep,

Upon the night, you creep,

you creep.



For you are but a cross to bear

for those who choose to fight,

With silver shield and sword in hand

against that headless knight.

A battle fought on crimson tide,

Yet victory denied, denied.



A battle cry,

A worthy fight,

Bring forward out of darkness

light.

With shield and sword,

We fight, we fight!

That black horse of the endless night.

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