Dark Rider

[Pendragon]

Dark Rider

The twilight falls and Sleep once more
bids me draw closer to its door.
The Gates of Morpheus open wide,
inviting me to step inside.

But I wonder if within that shadowy realm
I shall once more have to contend with HIM?
With that cold, dark rider all dressed in black,
perched high on that fiery stallion’s back?

He regards me with those baleful eyes
as I open the Portals and step inside;
then He rears his charger as I turn to flee,
and pursues after me relentlessly.

He chases me through valleys, up hills and down,
through city streets and through the towns;
over hill and over dale,
while His eyes blaze bright like a fiend from Hell’s.

And I run and scream, and scream and run,
until the night is finally done
and that twisted imp gets off my chest
and allows my troubled mind to rest.

Ye Mortal Men! I say, BEWARE!
The ravages of the fearsome Nightmare!

Pendragon
(C) 1996

[schadenfreude]

I love the racy sense of adventure in this poem, Pen!

[Pendragon]

Thank you, 'freude! It's an old poem, I haven't been too inspired lately! :)

[dibyendra]

Dark Rider

The twilight falls and Sleep once more
bids me draw closer to its door.
The Gates of Morpheus open wide,
inviting me to step inside.

But I wonder if within that shadowy realm
I shall once more have to contend with HIM?
With that cold, dark rider all dressed in black,
perched high on that fiery stallion’s back?

He regards me with those baleful eyes
as I open the Portals and step inside;
then He rears his charger as I turn to flee,
and pursues after me relentlessly.

He chases me through valleys, up hills and down,
through city streets and through the towns;
over hill and over dale,
while His eyes blaze bright like a fiend from Hell’s.

And I run and scream, and scream and run,
until the night is finally done
and that twisted imp gets off my chest
and allows my troubled mind to rest.

Ye Mortal Men! I say, BEWARE!
The ravages of the fearsome Nightmare!

Pendragon
(C) 1996

Pen, poem howsoever old it is, reflects the reminiscences of the bygone days. Last two interesting lines reveal the mystery of this poem. Also, its rhyming has been crafted quite well. I enjoyed reading this poem and loved the following stanzas the most:



The twilight falls and Sleep once more
bids me draw closer to its door.
The Gates of Morpheus open wide,
inviting me to step inside.




And I run and scream, and scream and run,
until the night is finally done
and that twisted imp gets off my chest
and allows my troubled mind to rest.


Keep up your great work Pen! :wave:

[Sweets America]

That's excellent, Pen! The sense of adventure, as someone said...yes! I like your imagery.

[goldenrod]

I find more of dread than adventure here, but then, nobody knows my personal demons!

goldenrod.

[Sweets America]

I find more of dread than adventure here, but then, nobody knows my personal demons!

goldenrod.

Actually I agree, of course there's dread too.

[The Rider]

I really like this pen.

[Red_Rose]

I love it. I isnt like anythink i could write. It was like an adrenalin rush that you just had to keed reading on. Keep up the work. (by the way you spelled friend wrong)

[Pendragon]

I love it. I isnt like anythink i could write. It was like an adrenalin rush that you just had to keed reading on. Keep up the work. (by the way you spelled friend wrong)
Actually, I didn't. The word is "fiend"

fiend [feend] –noun

1. Satan; the devil.
2. any evil spirit; demon.
3. a diabolically cruel or wicked person.
4. a person or thing that causes mischief or annoyance: Those children are little fiends.
5. Informal. a person who is extremely addicted to some pernicious habit: an opium fiend.
6. Informal. a person who is excessively interested in some game, sport, etc.; fan; buff: a bridge fiend.
7. a person who is highly skilled or gifted in something: a fiend at languages.


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[Origin: bef. 900; ME feend, OE féond; c. G Feind, ON fjandr, Goth fijands foe, orig. prp. of fijan to hate]


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[Pendragon]

Thank you!

Dibby, Sweets (twice!) goldenrod, the Rider, Red Rose! :wave: :wave: :wave:

[Anatoliy]

i like the style, i like the rhymes, i like the idea :) interesting poem.