I move swiftly through the night,
Unwilling to show my presence with a light.
I am there,
Then in their lair.
They don't see me.
I set the captives free.
We run swiftly away.
We won't pause until day.


We move through the dark.
I call like a lark.
The captives follow.
I duck low,
Under some branches.
We are taking many chances.
It is all up to me,
To set these prisoners free.


I have to get the captives away.
We move quickly through a field of hay.
Quickly I pause,
And think about the many laws,
That we are breaking,
As I am at my history making.

I hear hoof beats.
I think of the amazing feats,
That I have done.
Soon I will have won,
This crazy game,
And be showered in fame.


We are almost there,
The place where,
This all will end.
I turn to fend,
Off the horsemen.
They are almost upon me when,
The last captive is gone.
The sky turns to dawn.


Then I see the spear.
I have no time to fear.
They are to late.
I see hate,
In their eyes.
They have taken many lives.
This is my last line,
For now they are ending mine.

01/24/2005

Author's Note: Really old peom, I don't know what made me write it. I think I wrote about the same time as Dieing Man's Wonderings.

Posted on 01/25/2005
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