This is a tale about one that has stood the test of time
For this is no happy children’s rhyme
Hundreds have turned to ash and dust
Before his blades that taste no rust
His eyes burn like green will-o’-the-wisps
And turned many a blue lips
Has stood by many a burning pyre
And sought by many a wondering desire
He has kin, two brothers and a sister
But is thought to be a lonely drifter
Many associate his presence with crows
Throughout time thousands have fallen to him in droves
For not alone is he
For there is three you see
One in Heaven and Hell
But he is not one that has fell
He is one that is not evil nor good
A rider that remains hidden by a hood
That has skin stained pale
One that stays behind the veil
For when you take your last breath
The last sight you see will be Death
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Brady Young
I'm 21, I'm a self-published author and slowly building my platform. I'm all about doing what you love, and following your passion. I like living outside the box, because the inside is too crammed.
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