A man who makes his round trips.


The Night Rider





Three times the night rider dropped by the house
And thrice has he left us alone
A fourth without welcome, my conscious aroused
At sighting of the rancid gnome



I saw in his face such a lack of emotion
And boils too many to count
With steel in his eye and swift in his motion
The night rider swung to dismount





Oh, though I had tried, I could not but observe
As he picked up each bag by the knot
With unhuman strength, threw them up with a swerve
And rode off with to bury and rot




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 01:39

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Black Knight
Not bad. Really, not bad.
Well done.

Who ride in darkness and afar from light,
He is my friend, as well as any child of Night...

B.K.
2007-01-05


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
dark! Wonderfully graphically dark. This piece is a gateway to all kinds of visions for the reader. Very well done.

Joe
2007-01-05


Kathy Lockhart
Great stuff!!! I love it. It has the eeriness of Poe. Full of vivid images that gave me a quiver. ooooo I love the macabre.
2007-01-05