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When the sun hides away

And the pale moon has risen

Funereal winds are blown

Carrying the stench of death

Within the fog of night

Distant neighing is heard

Along with sounds of clopping

They become louder overtime

As the fog dissipates

Ebony clad riders appear

Bearing no face to be seen

On a black cloaked steed

Carrying at their side

A halberd soaked in blood

Baring only one purpose

To be a deliverer of death

eyes on their target

no chance of escape

a fixation to kill

they never hesitate

Striking fear into all those

Who roam the lands at night

For they show no remorse

To those who they see

Riding with such speed and agility

Never surrendering to anyone

They are the night’s cavalry

Executing all who oppose them