Captain Black Poem by Richard Anders

the night was dark and dreary
the rain was lashing down
i was wet right through from hat to shoe
and i`d lost my way to town

the wind blew fierce the lighting flashed
the sky burned red and the thunder crashed
there was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
the gates of hell seemed open wide

i stumbled on too wet to care
if i lived or died or fell somewhere
then a voice called 'halt! don`t turn around'
i shook with fear but i held my ground

the sound of hooves came to my ears
a horseman came in sight
a blood stained sword he held aloft
and he roared with all his might

'what makes you think you`re going somewhere
you scruffy little clown
get on my steed your soul i need'
then the sword came crashing down

my temper flared and i leapt aside
the sword came crashing by
i pulled the daemon off his horse
and stared him in tne eye

'just who in hell do you think you are
with blood red sword and all'
he roared with glee as he said to me
'you really have the gall'

'i like your kind so i have a mind
to leave you where you stay
you`re full of fight and it`s not my night
so get you on your way! '

i turned my back on captain black
and walked into the night
the rain had stopped and the wind had dropped
and the sky was full of light

the moral of this story is
the devil you can buck
just stand and stare and scowl and glare
you never know your luck!