Good evening Mr Rider
Will your horses hoofs clatter the cobbles this night.
Will we glimpse your timeless features
Or will you hide in shadows from sight.
I have felt your hand on my shoulder
But fear is not the cloak that I choose
....I am waiting for you Mr Rider
And one of us has to lose.
I can smell the stench of your Banner
The Ferryman is your best friend,
The Banshee await with thier charriots
To see who to hell you will send.
I can feel you are close Mr Rider
I can feel the grey wind...you are here.
I too hide in shadows from mortals
Only you will know I am near.
And so Fate be our Judge Mr Rider
The 'She' we hate to give power,
Which death blow will make one the victor
And make Glory thier final hour.
She sits on The throne of Judgement
Waits for The Fourth Horseman to come
But disadvantaged you are Mr Rider
For Fate and Myself .....We are One.