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