Dark hooded rider coursing across the plains
On his black stallion nostrils flaring,
Wide open eyes with a look insane,
Racing the dark clouds sailing overhead
Silhouetted on the horizon racing against time
A night of dark obsidian punctured by the light of the full moon
Along a darkened forest now
Declaring it’s fearsome promise of doom
Where only fools or brave men would enter the ancient gloom.
Onward the rider races his destination is unknown
Maybe he is searching for a king upon a throne
With a declaration so important he can not spare the time
To stop and rest his stallion even for a while.
The steam of the horse is mounting
There are patches of white sweat on his sides
With every breathe the stallion takes
It is a step closer to death.
But in the pursuit of speed and time
The horse responds to his masters cry
To keep up this pace now for a little more time.
Maybe he’s not racing with a message in his hand
Maybe he is fleeing a highway crime
And escape is on his mind.
Whatever his intention is he’s racing like the wind
He represents total fear and what desperation is.
Under his dark hooded I see eyes that gleam of fire
His white teeth he is gritting
The sweat that pours from his brow tells us everything.
This is a race of life and death for him
That’s the truth no more no less
Into the darkness of his life and death he dissappears
And nothings left.