I walked through the forest alone in the night,
The density of mist concealing my sight,
Nothing was seen but shadowy trees,
I heared of a sudden quick approach of his.
A horseman arose from infernal grave,
Noone in that night was gonna be saved.
His devilish power was about to burst,
He had to return the head he had lost.
This horrible man, decapitated nightmare
Made people around disappear in scare
And there he was comming to chase,
He'd got like a hound an inavitable trace.
I was on his way murmuring prayers to Lord
Tightened with both hands my fighting sword.
Ready to die or parry merciless blow,
That was my last chance to let it be solved.
He appeared in the dark riding his horse,
Starving to kill without feel of remorse
He rushed towards me and was goig to strike...
Oh, that was a dream,the nightmare I disliked.
Nightmare
© Copyright: Пилипенко Сергей, 2011
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