Death Poem by Patrick Tincher

Death



Can't you hear the thundering hooves
Can't you taste the fear
The horseman named Death rides tonight
His skeletal face shines in the moonlight
Mounted on a Nightmare
Darkness flees this duo
Moonlight plays on a scythe made of bone
Skulls clatter as the Horseman rides for you

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