TREES ARE OBSCURiNG THE LiGHT
DRABNESS iS DESCENDiNG
AS MOiSTURE HOVERS UNYiELDiNGLY
FOG, PALE LiKE WiTH FRiGHT
FROM AFAR, WHAT iS APPROACHiNG?
iS CARRiED BY THE WiND SO EERiLY
iS iT, AT LONG LAST, TiME TO FiGHT?
HEAR THE SWELL OF NEVER-ENDiNG RUMBLiNG
WHiLE THE STORM GROWS iNEXORABLY
THEY ARE CLOSiNG iN, THAT'S RiGHT!
UNCOUNTED RiDERS, WiTH HOOFS THUNDERiNG
GREY CLOAKS WAFTiNG OMiNOUSLY
HAVE TO TAKE FLiGHT!
UNDERBRUSH! JUST iN TiME! AM STUMBLiNG!
WiLL THEY PASS ME BY UNSUSPECTiNGLY?
THE DARKNESS SEEMS ALMOST BRiGHT
STiLL TREMBLiNG, i AM FUMBLiNG
AS STORM RiDERS PASSED ME BY UNKNOWiNGLY
TREES ARE OBSCURiNG THE LiGHT
FROM AFAR, WHAT iS APPROACHiNG?
WHiLE THE STORM GROWS iNEXORABLY
THEY ARE CLOSiNG iN, THAT'S RiGHT!
UNDERBRUSH! JUST iN TiME! AM STUMBLiNG!
AS STORM RiDERS PASSED ME BY UNKNOWiNGLY
your opinion?
i'm curious.
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I was drawn in to the story, the tension, the fear, and those frightening horsemen. Wonderful write!
Thank you! I really appreciate the time you invest with reading and responding. Also, I’m happy I could transport the feelings. That is always difficult and won’t always go as planed.