cliche

July 10, 2011
Black riders surge on steel shod steeds
Black clouds merge over blood red seas
The Lords of Destruction drink mulberry mead
And there in their shadow the desolate breed

A newcomer stares in morbid wonder
Upon the broad back of white stallion Thunder
“What evil is this?” he cries out in a fit
Just the usual sh*t. Don’t bother.





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TAR11 said...
Jul. 15, 2011 at 8:45 am
I can totally see where you're coming from with this.  Please check out my poems if you get the chance. 
 
qui133 replied...
Jul. 15, 2011 at 11:32 pm
thank you! i certainly will!
 
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