Tammy Darby


The Black Horse

The black horse of nocturnal dreams
That of which cursed angels sing
The black horse
Of mans foolish design
The black horse of ancient times

Braided mane fiery long and flowing
Riding into the darkness all knowing
I am that feeds the demons fears
Hidden in a blind mans tears

The black horse of lost tomorrows
The ghosts of suffering and sorrow
Thundering hooves of the written word
The sound of golden trumpets can be heard

Bringer of nocturnal dreams
That of which dark angels sing.
The black horse of all seeing eyes
Vicious wind of the people cries

The black horse of lost tomorrows
The ghosts of suffering and sorrow
The listener of your agonized screams
The bearer of your darkest dreams


@ Copyright Tammy M Darby 3/6/2016
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