Death

Death

The black knight rides upon the field slowly on

Beneath the visor, the sightless sockets here upon

Gaze from a skull, the bony hands hold the reigns

As it moves relentlessly over all remains

The king has fallen beneath his deadly pace

For none can live and see him face to face

The child is cowed on bended knee

For there is no escape, no place to flee

Black armour on a white charger moving here

The maiden falls, turns away her face in fear

He clasps the banner signed with mystic rose

A sight of final ending now bestows

And now the Bishop prays, awaits his end

For there is no halting, no way to defend

Transit moving over all the earth

Only in the distant sun, rebirth.