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Judgment Day

A nightmare leaves me trembling as I long for dreamless sleep

But every time my colt-eyes close a sight across does creep

Among the shadows lurking – Fear, adorned in crimson cloak

Whose whisper fell upon me cold and of reprisal spoke

It told of ruin, slaughter; frightened colts in disarray

It told of what It called ‘The Silence’ on our Judgment Day

A subtle tremor shakes the earth, but horses feel it strong

And each one in the herd looks out for shapes which don’t belong

What is the dark form, in the night, beneath the windblown tree?

The sycamore where rest the Chiefs whose dreams were not to be

Illumed by light of blood-moon, Red, a sight I’d not contrive

We buried them beneath the earth, they cannot be alive!

The Dark Horse and his rider’s patience madden us to rage

Yet something else embeds and wills my mind to disengage

For now the forest closes in and I am filled with fear

To see the Beast – the Demon Horse – the Undead standing near

We all were scattered when the rains fell heavy, thick, and Red

We all were screaming when a whisper from behind us spread

"Behold the Watcher, Judger, Reaper, wise to all your Sin

Embrace the fear that binds the meek – your Luck is at an end"

Its phantom whisper crept like icy fingers up my spine

To brace my neck for ‘Judgment’ as with blood her blade did shine

The night was flushed with moon-glow and a Silence filled the air

And my last thought was of the Chief and of the Ring he’d bear

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