Post by Skyla Artha on Jul 2, 2006 15:17:14 GMT -5
The sun begins to set
The darkness soon will cover
Red and pink streaks are seen in the West
A black sky is seen in the East
Birds settle down into their snug nests.
Rabbits, mice, and other small rodents hide in ther holes
For fear of being the night's victims
Owls wake, feeling their strength return
Other hideous and unknown creatures
Feed their strength from the darkness
Silence covers the land
As the darkness becomes complete
A sudden disturbence is felt
For all those who are awake to feel it
But even the smallest creature who is asleep in bed
Can not but help give a small shudder of fear
Distant hoof beats are heard
They seem to be the footsteps of doom
Soon, nine black riders on nine black horses are seen
The horses have a dull red fire in their eyes
Their hair is as black as the deepest night
Not a single hair is white or grey
The riders seem to be human
Yet an aura of evil seems to be surrounding them
Simple rags of black cloth, they are covered with
One motions to the rest to keep on riding
They go on while this one stops in a small cluster of trees
A sniffing noise was heard
The only noise that pierced the stillness
After what seemed like hours
The lone Black Rider kicks its horse into a gallop
Slowly, the peace returns to the land
And four small child-like folk
Come out from hiding
The darkness soon will cover
Red and pink streaks are seen in the West
A black sky is seen in the East
Birds settle down into their snug nests.
Rabbits, mice, and other small rodents hide in ther holes
For fear of being the night's victims
Owls wake, feeling their strength return
Other hideous and unknown creatures
Feed their strength from the darkness
Silence covers the land
As the darkness becomes complete
A sudden disturbence is felt
For all those who are awake to feel it
But even the smallest creature who is asleep in bed
Can not but help give a small shudder of fear
Distant hoof beats are heard
They seem to be the footsteps of doom
Soon, nine black riders on nine black horses are seen
The horses have a dull red fire in their eyes
Their hair is as black as the deepest night
Not a single hair is white or grey
The riders seem to be human
Yet an aura of evil seems to be surrounding them
Simple rags of black cloth, they are covered with
One motions to the rest to keep on riding
They go on while this one stops in a small cluster of trees
A sniffing noise was heard
The only noise that pierced the stillness
After what seemed like hours
The lone Black Rider kicks its horse into a gallop
Slowly, the peace returns to the land
And four small child-like folk
Come out from hiding
