Death rides at midnight
Filling the land with blight
He casts a frightful image
As he rides through the village
His frightful scythe gleams
Wet with the blood of unrealized dreams
The cold, hard metal
Is uncaring enough to unsettle
Beneath his dark hood
Lies nothing good
Only the husk of a man
Who signals the end of a lifespan
His skeletal horse
He rides along his dutiful course
Whinnying as he stops
To **** the farmer's crops
Solemn is his duty
To take away life's beauty
Unbearable to a living man
The underworld's ghastly helmsman
The pistol is his herald
In his black cloak appareled
Weapons of war
Bring him to the door
His job is made no easier
Nor and breezier
By mankinds love of violence
Or vile fraudulence
All the thousands of young souls
Lives lost without completing their goals
Brought to a swift end
By Death only to attend
Death rides at midnight
Filling the land with blight
He casts a frightful image
As he rides through the village
Searching for souls to pillage
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
Death rides at midnight
Filling the land with blight
He casts a frightful image
As he rides through the village
His frightful scythe gleams
Wet with the blood of unrealized dreams
The cold, hard metal
Is uncaring enough to unsettle
Beneath his dark hood
Lies nothing good
Only the husk of a man
Who signals the end of a lifespan
His skeletal horse
He rides along his dutiful course
Whinnying as he stops
To **** the farmer's crops
Solemn is his duty
To take away life's beauty
Unbearable to a living man
The underworld's ghastly helmsman
The pistol is his herald
In his black cloak appareled
Weapons of war
Bring him to the door
His job is made no easier
Nor and breezier
By mankinds love of violence
Or vile fraudulence
All the thousands of young souls
Lives lost without completing their goals
Brought to a swift end
By Death only to attend
Death rides at midnight
Filling the land with blight
He casts a frightful image
As he rides through the village
Searching for souls to pillage