The Rider Of Death Poem by Tim Vallie

The Rider Of Death



A rider swiftly approaches, a horseman cloaked in black
His face shrouded in darkness, a scythe across on his back
He rides a pale stallion, it's hide hide decayed and dead
Mortal eyes can't penetrate the darkness of the hood o'er his head
He moves quiet as a shadow, as silent as the grave
He comes for every mortal, the cowardly and the brave
The rider draped in darkness, the bloody Reaper Grim
You cannot escape your end, you cannot hide from him
The rider swift as shadow, the one who takes your soul
He comes not for gold or glory, simply to collect his toll
The rider of the pale horse, every mortal knows him well
He comes to every one of us, sends us to heaven, or to hell
We name him only Death, for he needs no other token
He shall ride throughout the world when that sacred seal is broken.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I already wrote a poem extremely similar to this dubbed 'The Horseman of Death, ' but I felt the need to write this as well.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Titi Dale 22 March 2013

A M A Z I N G. I love your flow! ! It just went in and out of me, the rhymes are reaaaallllyy good too. Can't wait for more!

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Saint Cynosure 13 March 2013

This is good Tim I liked it.

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Tim Vallie

Tim Vallie

Duluth Minnesota
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