Riding With Death Poem by Philip Lore

From the thunder and the storm,
Throughout the night and into the dawn,
This war has binded me tight,
I can't awaken from this fight.

My darling look for me in the moonlight,
Weapon by my side,
Death at every mile,
Along the road that I must ride.

Tensions strained, hours pass like years,
Drenched in sweat, choked with fears.
Blood red eyes, search the night,
If I could only....Hold you tonight.