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