The Rider
12-16-2007, 12:08 AM
In the soft darkness,
Behind the headlights,
the representative of Hell's tenth circle
Sits cross-legged.
Dream's ultimate coup
To replace Reality
Did not fall short,
At least for this moment.
There is nothing paranormal
About the white light approaching me,
But he still sits forward
Chin on laced-fingers, expectant eyes.
Finally he breathes out
And sits up straighter.
This time I was not captivated
By his new monarch.
Yet he still sits there,
Watching me,
And with every throaty roar and splash of rain
I see him.
Waiting for me to make the first mistake.
Behind the headlights,
the representative of Hell's tenth circle
Sits cross-legged.
Dream's ultimate coup
To replace Reality
Did not fall short,
At least for this moment.
There is nothing paranormal
About the white light approaching me,
But he still sits forward
Chin on laced-fingers, expectant eyes.
Finally he breathes out
And sits up straighter.
This time I was not captivated
By his new monarch.
Yet he still sits there,
Watching me,
And with every throaty roar and splash of rain
I see him.
Waiting for me to make the first mistake.