A rider slowly rode into town
during the darkness of night.
He knocked at my door and he
asked for a light.

He had a look in his eyes, one
that I've never seen.
I didn't want him at my place
because he seemed so mean.

I tried to find him a place to go
and to lay his head down.
He wasn't friendly at all nor did
his face cover up his frown.

He insisted that he was told by
someone to move into my place.
I tried to run him away instead
he punched me in the face.

I asked why was he here stepping
into my household.
The rider said that he was there to
cause me pain and to take control.

I stood there wondering to myself
is this little guy for real.
He replied; I'll hurt you forever and
the joy you have, I'm going to steal.

So he forced his way in and at the
table he grab himself a chair.
He called himself Satan, the master
of destruction, misery and despair.