Charcoal drawing by John Donahoo Jr.

Lone Rider

Dark angels watched as death passed by
as moonlight lit the black night sky.
The cold wind blew it's icy embrace.
No flesh to chill on death's empty face.
A drifter in the night...
a ghastly wonder, an eerie sight.
Death leaves no footprints on the ground
and silence is its only sound.
Dark angels shudder with delight
as death rides onward in the night.

John Donahoo Jr.