Small Eagle's Eyrie
The Writings of Becky, Her Family, and Friends

DEATH'S DARK HORSE

Death's Dark Horse has come a calling...
Calling to bring me home...

Bring me home on a steed with steel hooves...
Steel hooves to trample the unwary, the careless...

With breath hotter than the fires of hell itself...
He comes calling, calling my name......

I mount Death's Dark Horse, mount and ride......
I ride to dance with his Master in the fires of Hades...

I ride Death's Dark Steed into the future, my future...

Or maybe yours......

©Copyright June 30, 2004 by John Joseph McCloud