The ghosts were out last night
As I walked back roads alone
Flitting at the edge of sight
Normally would chill me to the bone
To see the black horse toss his head
Rider less he is, and free
No reigns adorn him, it’s said
But his saddle waits empty for me.
Others also haunted my lonely path
As I walked last night alone
The black haired twin wraith
Whose eyes are cold as stone
Took the shape of young women
In long black dresses
Sharpening their knives of human bone.
The horse he stood before me
The wraith to either side
I knew that if I passed that point
I would surely die.
A moment I stood waiting
As a tear slid down my cheek
Then turned my back on them all
And walked away.
“Get ye back here!” shrieked the wraith
“Come back whore and pay your due”
The horse, he pawed the ground
and screamed my life was through.
But I did not listen to them,
I kept walking on my way
For I choose my own dark lonely path
And they have no power over me.