The riders came at night
A curse made them crawling
Seeking the comfort of moonlight...
Their Master is calling!
They searched for power
They search for plunder
Even lifes they devour
To feed their anger
In the end they were alone
Fading into black
Cursed to the bone
With no lines to track
Asking for forgiveness
Only knifes in their back
Cursed by demons
They search for a cure...
In death they haunt your dreams
Can you hear their screams?
The riders are in your head tonight
Slashing your soul with your own mistakes
They find... their master takes
Seeking the comfort in your sleep
They are yours to keep!
Because,
The riders came at night
A curse made them crawling
Seeking the comfort of moonlight...
Their Master is calling!
In death they haunt in your dreams
Can you hear their screams?
by Medivh
Notes: This poem was already posted in my other blog. Why re-post? Now I need to organize all the poems I wrote in the other blog to this one where their presence is more important. Slowly I'll bring all of them here.
About this poem... pure darkness you can bind to many situations or none at all xD Now I look it reminds me of "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica, was not my intentions, and even if it was there no similarity between words or rhymes. It's just a stupid feeling that makes me compare the 2 things, maybe by the amount of darkness and energy both possess.
About this poem... pure darkness you can bind to many situations or none at all xD Now I look it reminds me of "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica, was not my intentions, and even if it was there no similarity between words or rhymes. It's just a stupid feeling that makes me compare the 2 things, maybe by the amount of darkness and energy both possess.
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