The King of Horsemen
The fog rolled in, on that fateful night, without a soul in sight,
For everyone who was left had ran inside in fright,
All that stood were the crows,
As they awaited crowing through the night.
"Beware the horsemen, my son.
The ones who come only deep in the night,
Beware that snicker and sound of death,
The furious King of Horsemen himself.
He took his father's sword in hand:
He had long waited this day to come—
The day he'd finally received his revenge, against the one who'd overtaken them,
He decided to let the thought sink in, that he would be the one.
So he rested by that fateful place, where it had all begun.
But then as sudden as he himself had come, a noise was heard followed by a familiar evil snicker.
He jumped to his feet and fought with no else in mind but defeat,
Defeat of the horrid King.
With that the man, or more monster, fell to the ground,
And silence fell through the forest as the boy, now a man,
Galloped back to his land, to tell of his glorious triumph.
"Has though slain the King of Horsemen?
Come here and let us rejoice, the old king is dead,
A new king is born!
Hoorah! Hooray! For the glorious day!
The town chanted, hailing the new king.
The fog rolled in, on that fateful night, without a soul in sight,
For everyone who was left had ran inside in fright,
All that stood were the crows,
As they awaited crowing through the night.