He Who Brings the Night

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…