CatherinedeSilver

I saw a rider upon an ebony steed, Whose voice traveled with whispers on the many reeds. Its callous finger pointed at my dying heart, Death had come to tear my soul and body apart. I ran through the valleys and through the hollows, But there is no escape from death’s sorrow. I ran through the valleys and through the hollows, But there would never be a tomorrow. There was no escape anymore, For me, the dark rider came for. Now silence rests upon this eve, With no soul but mine left to grieve.