Skylar Kendall

Rookie - 0 Points (12-18-1992 / San Pedro, California)

The Horsemen - Poem by Skylar Kendall

The night, calm, cold.
The wind chills my skin,
The dead leaves, fragile, old
My heart races, fear deep with in.

Stone cold ground
The essence of death, lingers
They are here, terror is bound
Death rides, to touch lives with its cold finger

The hooves, closer they come
Their masters, heartless lies
Blackening our lives when they are done
Killing our hearts, leaving us to die

Black death courses through me
Death, sickness, hell upon me
The ride past my eyes
They leave us now... we fall and die.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 13, 2010


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