I see the fog creeping slowly towards me
Wave upon wave crashes against the ground
As it comes in like a calm sea
Hiding those wishing not to be found
Out of the fog come four horsemen in silence
Their steeds dancing in the night
Their silent screams drowning the tears of innocence
Petrifying the guilty with fright
Thunder crashes as their horses dig our plots
Reapers of souls sent to cleanse the earth
Of the wicked and those not
Harvesting for the next rebirth
They ride up from the deep
From the darkest recesses
To whisper your name just before you sleep
For it’s your soul they want to repossess
Through the fog they ride
Looking for you and me
They know there is nowhere to hide
The fog goes everywhere, their eyes to see
Upon this mountain I wait
Blade in hand
Awaiting for what is my fate
To fight the fog for the right to stay on this land
Walker
Monday, March 09, 2009
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My current favourite!!! But, I am still brainstorming on a different interpretation. Keep them coming!!!
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