Author:V.K.
UNTITLED
With the sword on high.
He gallops,
At night,
In the shades,
To the watching,
With the sword on high.
The helmets thunder,
The armor shines,
The warrior attacks,
Swiftly,
Implacable,
With the sword on high.
It rotates the axe,
waters the blood,
It impales the victim,
With the sword on high.
returns,
The destroyed layer is twisted,
It claims the head,
It crosses the meat,
With the sword on high.
goes away,
After the moon,
Ferociously,
Sanguinary,
With the sword on high.
jogs unstoppable,
The roots open up,
enters to the tree,
returns to the hell,
With the sword on high.
At night following,
In �sleepy hollow�,
A agent called Crane,
is trembling,
Before the imposing figure of the headless horseman,
That it always takes on high the sword.