The Wraith

Without fear,
It clings to darkness,
It’s dead hands gripping steel.

Upon a black steed,
Eyes on fire,
It’s hooves devastating the ground.

Beneath it’s robes,
There is only hate,
But it’s soul, Long since gone.

Haunting the night,
It never sleeps,
Reminding us why we fear the dark.

A Wraith, Without life,
It screams in the shadows,
Chilling the hearts of men.


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