When Death Came To Town Poem by norman hale

In the middle of the night
When the moon is so bright
The clouds make an erie glow
Every now and then, stars will show

By the cemetary so far far away
There stood a town, once upon a day
As legend has it, It was a quiet little town
But to go by there now, you'll hear a wicked sound

They say the Mayor was a powerful man
And, with his greed he took most of the land
There was a store, a hardware, and a bar
But a killer came to town, under the light of the stars

They say he was evil, though dressed in black
He killed them all, and never even looked back
They say he rode in on a big black stud
But when he left town, there was a river of blood

But there was one witness that he didn't know
They say he was left behind, to tell of the show
He was a big man about six foot six at least
And he just slaughtered them down like a wild beast

The witness he left was just a little boy
But remembers it all too well, how he killed for joy
No one has ever again seen him, after killing that town
Death rode in on big black horse without a track or sound

The buildings have crumbled to the ground, since that day
No one dared to live there again, afraid he'll come back that way
Now there's just a path going by a half mile away
Very few will even travel down that path yet today

Though it's been over a hundred years ago
No one wants to ever see a repeat of that show
Some won't even talk about it, not the first little sound
For, they are all too scared that death will be back around

written 3/10/2014 by Norman Hale Jr.