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A rider cloaked in darkness and night, gallops through the mist with such fright, a ghostly presence, a haunting sight, invisible to all but a perceptive sight.
His mount is black as coal and ash, its eyes aflame with an eerie flash, together they ride through the crash, of the howling wind and lightning’s lash.
No one knows the rider’s name, or from where his phantom came, he rides through time and space the same, leaving behind only a trace of flame.
Some say he’s a messenger from beyond, sent to warn of death or impending wrong, while others believe he’s a spirit of song, serenading the night with a mournful long.
But whatever his purpose or intent, one thing’s clear, he’s heaven-sent, to ride through the night, with firmament, a ghostly rider, forever content.
-Scott Leopold