Inside My Head -Short poems

The fourth rider

When darkness comes where will you hide? 

when the blood flows thick and fast as the tide; 

ever changing, ever bringing its malicious game,

for darkness is something you cannot tame. 

Manic laughter boils forth on a dark oily night,

a foul wind brushes past, killing all light.

Dark shadows search on black horses they ride,

so I ask you again, where will you hide? 

For darkness sees everything and everywhere it goes,

try as you might, it always knows.

Sightless eyes they see all who are fleeing,

the laughter grows louder, a ghastly keening. 

Darkness rides high, on a snow-white mare, 

following darkness, is death and despair. 

A fearsome trio the stories have told, 

they are still searching for the one of old. 

The one to complete their darkening tale, 

the one they need so they do not fail. 

A horseman who rides a pitch black steed,

that is the one who fits their need. 

Lost in the forests of hallows eve,

only on one night can he leave. 

He is waiting for darkness to find him,

for alone they cannot win. 

Three riders are set upon finding a forth,

so they keep on riding, heading north.

Darkness sweeps across the plains,

ever searching and spreading his chains.

The fourth rider his name unknown

waits for the night he may go home. 

Breaking out of his sealed prison,

his steeds eyes glow a red crimson.

Darkness waits for the forth riders cry,

better beware for this night is nigh.

Heard on the wind, where will you hide?

On the night when the four horsemen ride.