The Riders are Coming

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Sing softly to the dark..

The riders are coming

The riders are coming

 

From a distance, a coyote calls,

Can you hear the drumming?

Can you hear the drumming?

 

The wind softly whispers in your hair,

The torches are aflame,

The torches are aflame,

 

The moon is full tonight,

They call your name,

They call your name,

 

The trees blow gently about

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

 

The grass trembles and sways

A storm is growing,

A storm is growing,

 

Metal glints in the night

But the enemy is so far!

The enemy is so far!

 

Eyes glow in the silent wood

It is time for war.

It is a time for war.

 

The world holds still just before dawn,

But yet it is thrumming,

Yet it is thrumming,

 

Sing softly to the dark,

Because the riders are coming,

The riders are coming.

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About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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One Response to The Riders are Coming

  1. words4jp says:

    Very captivating piece…and, yes, frightening.

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