the dark knight 19

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The dark trees
Lining on the dim lit field
As the dark clouds closing
The light barely passing through

The dark knight gallops his horse
Eyes peeling into the dark scenes
Every branch seems to wave
As the night breezes sing its song

He tries to hide his fear
On the dark field he sees nothing
In the open of the dark shadows
“How can he be here?”

The echoes of the night creepers
Thrashing along the leaves.....
The soft beating on the trees trunks
The dark knight holds on his horse

“Who's there?
Come out and meet me”
He hears only silence
Laughing at his stupidity

The cracking branches
The leaves blowing away
The sound of thunder hitting the sky
The black knight gallops away