The Killing Dance
Blood and death clings to the air,
And the great grey stallion snorts,
His mane of silk and coat of satin
Shines ina dearywinter sun.
The man that sits astride him,
Shrouded in mystery and inky darkness.
His black hair wild and grey eyes savage,
As he kills with deadly grace.
Together they sway to ancient music,
Stamping, trampling and prancing.
Slicing, slashing and severing,
As they both perform the killing dance.