He rides with a thunderous might
Of a million warriors at night
His mask glazed in gold
On top his majestic horse of old
He seeks unrighteous redemption
And those without true conviction
Many will cry out at night
As his sword strikes with might
For those who lay right
Will be forgiven of his fight
And they would lay frightfully awaken
Fearing all those suddenly taken
When the dark knight rides at night
Without mercy but a frightful might
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I would like to translate this poem
crying out at night, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.