There are dark things here
That fear the kiss of Iron
The feel of steel
It is not shade, no
Nor is it dragon born
There are darker things indeed

Leave the milk out on
The back porch
Give no thanks to those
Who offer favors
Once patterns are made
You must keep to them
Or **** the consequences

There is a pale white horse
Standing by the waters
Do not touch it or ride it
There is a hare that stares
Too long into your eyes
This is not a fight
You can win