The Dark Passage

An epic type poem base on a horror/ fantasy /medevil Archetype

In the midnight hour, while the moon does hide

a famous horseman takes a ride



A cowl’d dark rider on a beast so black

only death and hell would take a crack



Those thunderous footfalls the doomed will hear

do shake the earth and all hearts near.



A distant hope for those forlorn,

a hopeless cry to those forsworn



The crack of light still lit with death                                                                              a faintly but remembered threat



T’was on a night of the blue hued moon, that I set my path in the midst of June

to see the world and gain my fame not knowing darkness held my name



Into darkness ride the brave of heart, without fear of feint or threat of sharp

in earnest seeking greater foes to bring upon them greater woes



Too strong to bow too proud to fall the world is theirs to beck and call                                           

so fleet so hale so deathly pale, when greater slayers sniff their trail.



In distant glades the sun does shine and meadows brightlyglisten                                         



while children chase the whispering winds seems all the world will listen.....