A demon on horseback rides in the night
the black dog runs beside
when Hecate cries
the harpies answer
and someone will die
The bitter winds whisper his deeds
only the dark clouds watch him leave
a face no one has lived to see
what could be so insidious
so hideous
leave you cold and pale clutching your chest
steals your last breath
scares you to death
If you live alone at night
and the winter moon is full and bright
never look outside
listen for the banshee cries
the face of abomination, Satan's creation
beget from the darkest region of the mind
A demon on horseback rides in the night
the black dog runs beside
when Hecate cries
the harpies answer
and someone will die
A site for me to release my thoughts, my heart and soul for the world to see!
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