THE DARK RIDER
A cold harsh wind blew eerily
Whiplash cracked the limbs of trees
On this moonlit night ‘Old Hallows Eve’
From an endless abyss death regurgitates
And creatures of the twilight now arise
Tortured restless spirits possessed by thirst
A nightmare wraith upon the prowl
What could possibly be any worse
Feasting upon flesh in frenzied appetite
Justified on this night their evil deeds
Naive innocence must pay the fee
RIP – All those caught up in the fray
For a great shadow of darkness now at play
I am the rider of those scenarios stark
A blackness that strikes fear into the very heart
Upon a cold steed I bring the dark
Master of reigns o’er most hooven horror
Laying claim to all souls whom trespass
The henchman of hades horrific indeed
Upon the soil scarred ‘Neath this trail does bleed
A quota of flesh for the hounds of hell to feast
a collaboration by David Slater and Lemmy Rushmore
illustration by Niall Parkinson