Death rides a pale horse

    Copyright Malcolm Dew-Jones.


Death rides a pale horse all across the wasted land doomed is he who must stay the course and can't stay the spectres hand . fate weaves a cruel web of lies for the unwary unlucky few who learn to fly the tangled skeins of life she hides within her bag of tricks a gift for all who pass her by death will not be denied even if the devil strikes a deal you can be sure he lied he only knows to cheat and steal . you know your soul is guaranteed but when the devil breaks his toy a full refund his only creed your soul's the only baggage that you bring it weighs you down sink or swim now fate will pay no heed death rides his pale horse it chomps the bit it paws the ground fate hides her use of force with a biting wit that knows no bound rest now my weary son everything you did has now been done the last race skied you hit the bottom at full speed . and on the podium you lie a lonely vict'ry cheered by the none who pass you by Your soul the only friend that rides with you, is clothed in tangled yarn spun tale, the cold wind whistles thru death rides his pale horse it chomps the bit it paws the ground fate hides a cruel force with a biting wit that knows no bound