He Who Brings The Night
Shadows rise from beneath the sunset,
Crumbled hopes break on stone
And slowly, slowly, like a net
Night shall break you, like a thorn.
Away, afar, over the hills,
Clad in black, with blood-dark chains
That echo hard, that send you chills,
That make your blood freeze in your veins,
A hooded figure breaks the horizon
Tall and proud, with stone-straight features
He glowered over the small lights
That signaled life of other creatures.
His night-dark horse, with silver reins
With bloody eyes that made you stare
With hooves bleeding of beaten nails
In their bear flesh, with painless dare
He rose his head high, to the sky
And neighed as sharp as pain could feel.
His master pulled him down and sighed.
One day, they shall together kneel.
They both ride in growing darkness,
With fearless pride in their dead eyes
The shadows blend with senseless hardness
As night comes in, day leaves the skies...
Faster, faster, yet they galloped...
Shrieks of pain and angry fury
Would sound over the fields... vague hope
That night won't bring her deadness purely.
The stars would twinkle high above.
But where He rides, they all go out...
His long black clothes, no one shall love,
Flutter with the wind as one.
Suddenly, his Tempest stopped.
His master’s head rose in surprise.
A bright light, in front, that halts
The Ride of the Darkest of Allies...
There they were, the ones who live,
The men that fill this Earth at light
And fight and drink and sing and breath,
No matter what shall come at night.
The sweet crave for vengeance filled his mind
Whatever light had guarded, it now ran free
And all he ever wished or ever tormented his night
Was now into the world, on a blood spree…
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He Who Brings the Night
PoetryDarkness rose and people fell The night seemed to endure forever We're scared, you know that, can't you see? You brought it, now you'll leave...