What cloven horsemen ride upon the wind here,
Striking hooves on sharpened edge of waves,
Hunched and headlong, shrouded cloaks protecting,
Eyemasks glinting red? No fortune saves
Any in their path, though flight above us,
The heels of jeopardy are felt below,
Riding willfully to depths of nowhere,
Pistols drawn and daggers tucked to show
No enemy that’s found within their flightpath
Or foe espied, from fathoms far above,
Have hope or faith, outrunning is no option,
Bow’d their heads, and ours as sacrificial dove.
What earthly gate or hellish palace hides them
In daylight hours, these princes of the dark?
Where upon the shores of any peoples
Do black knights harbour steeds and stable mark?
Who betrays location as they search here,
Plots the points upon the charted graph?
Who drowns gladly in the tidal wave of hoofbeats
Pounding on while evil horsemen laugh?
Are any there who hear the fairground laughter,
The cackle of the master turning wheels
As rainbow-coloured equines carry minions,
The hounds of hell on horseback as night squeals?
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