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by Gwenllian

I hear the sound in the distance
the drumming of hooves on ground
I see seven riders approaching
and wonder where they are bound

suddenly they are upon me
their swords raised high overhead
no time to run I must stand my ground
in a moment I will be dead

I can smell the tang of the horses sweat
and am deafened with clash of steel
But as these seven ride over me
not a single thing do I feel

I snap open my eyes and look all around
but I know what I will see
the black swirling shapes of hunting wraiths
thank god this time they've not come for me

© Gwenllian 2011


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