Horseman

Demons around me dance
Like shadows in a distant fire
Horses, restive, neigh and prance
Around the ancient pyre

The stench of death reeks
Through the mist; in every breath
The horseman blindly seeks
A way to deliver ‘death’

His arrow ‘poison’; his sword fiery red
Blood covers his mighty shield
He horse pale as though it’s dead
His strike my fate had ultimately sealed

His arrow turned my heart ‘diseased’
He strikes with no mercy in sight
He is with his ‘deed’ extremely pleased
To bring upon me this woeful plight

His strike is no match for mercy in heaven
Defeated he retreats in a speedy flight
From this earth he is shamefully driven
By a ‘Knight’ on a horse so ‘white’

By his word the diseased heart is healed
And the agony of this ‘mortal’ will cease
The path to heaven is at last revealed
I will follow that ‘path’ and be at peace 

By Max O'Reilly