Seeing the Black Riders in the Shire

Black upon black upon black,
This is from what I hide
I do not know or wish to know
If it doth live, or died.

Horror wells within me,
And terror stops my heart
As I cower in the roadside,
Pray this malice depart.

And then as hope has left me
A pierceing cry on the wind,
And the black rider in fury
Left me to weep on the floor.

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