dark riders
The castle dark and quiet
Lying outskirt of town and city
By itself imposing structures
In the night the nightmares scream
The moonlight shining on it
The glow of intimidation....
By the sight the villagers see
The story of creatures crawl
On the banana orchard the shadows
Chanting and creating images in the fall
The elder spins his tales of the dead...
The young audience munching every word
The farmer finishes his dinner
Clearing up his dishes watching TV
His daughter retires to her bed
Dreaming about her boyfriend she finds today
The castle doors open
The dark riders galloping away
The wind blowing hard on them
Into the dark knight they ride
The farmer hears noises on the ground
He walks to the windows to watch what's all about
The images he sees riding fast towards him
The red thread floating high in the night dim light
He rubs his eyes he sees the dark riders
Punishing the horses riding hard towards him
He stares in atonishment as the images form
He hears a voice "Come to me I am waiting!"
The elder smiles with his eyes
Telling tales is his hobby of late
He sees the 2 women in black joining in
Crossing legs on the ground listening
The farmer get hooked up
He just absently opens the windows
He gets hold of the red thread
He just walks with it to the banana trees
In his mind he sees the dark riders
Flowing with the rushing wind on their faces
Whipping up the horses to get to their destination
As he feels he is floating in the night air of breezes
In his mind the farmer feels he is pushed along
He looks around his surrounding he finds nothing
He thinks he is walking blindly untill he stares
The banana trees of many faces and a ritual plan
The 2 women dressed in black
They write notes thinking what to include
As they hear voices sucking them to their senses
"Do you hear that? Something touching my neck!"
Lying outskirt of town and city
By itself imposing structures
In the night the nightmares scream
The moonlight shining on it
The glow of intimidation....
By the sight the villagers see
The story of creatures crawl
On the banana orchard the shadows
Chanting and creating images in the fall
The elder spins his tales of the dead...
The young audience munching every word
The farmer finishes his dinner
Clearing up his dishes watching TV
His daughter retires to her bed
Dreaming about her boyfriend she finds today
The castle doors open
The dark riders galloping away
The wind blowing hard on them
Into the dark knight they ride
The farmer hears noises on the ground
He walks to the windows to watch what's all about
The images he sees riding fast towards him
The red thread floating high in the night dim light
He rubs his eyes he sees the dark riders
Punishing the horses riding hard towards him
He stares in atonishment as the images form
He hears a voice "Come to me I am waiting!"
The elder smiles with his eyes
Telling tales is his hobby of late
He sees the 2 women in black joining in
Crossing legs on the ground listening
The farmer get hooked up
He just absently opens the windows
He gets hold of the red thread
He just walks with it to the banana trees
In his mind he sees the dark riders
Flowing with the rushing wind on their faces
Whipping up the horses to get to their destination
As he feels he is floating in the night air of breezes
In his mind the farmer feels he is pushed along
He looks around his surrounding he finds nothing
He thinks he is walking blindly untill he stares
The banana trees of many faces and a ritual plan
The 2 women dressed in black
They write notes thinking what to include
As they hear voices sucking them to their senses
"Do you hear that? Something touching my neck!"
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