humble sorrel
Writhing forms of dusky black above the rider fly
Its cavernous mouth a horrific sight as it steals the souls that die
Its howling laugh is heard when no light can touch the sky
And the wraith hisses a throaty warning as it passes by
Upon a demon horse it rides, from earth’s lowest cleft
Wild eyes and pounding hooves carry its master to the theft
Where the gaunt form stretches over ragged corpses left
Made as sacrifices to protect the family now bereft
Never say its name lest the ghostly frame appear
Known as the Shadow of the Night, whispered in total fear
The minds of all he haunts alike, this spectral chevalier
Who guards the gates of Hades, its commanding brigadier
buoyant gorge
eager citrus
errant glade