The horseman
the haunting
Here he comes again,
riding tall upon his hellish steed.
Dead eyes red,
charging straight towards me.
No joy in that demonic laugh,
just the satisfaction
of his knowing that
he has me once again.
Here he comes again
charging straight towards me,
with his dry, cracked, high-pitched cackle,
perched so high and haughty
on that ghastly devil’s mount,
wispy trails of fiery cinders in his wake.
Suddenly I awaken,
drenched with sweat and terror,
startled by the cold white light of day.
And I give thanks to all that’s holy
that this wretched horseman
is but a flimsy wraith,
content to haunt me
in some unfinished dream.
(2013)
