(Happy Halloween everyone!)

 

She rides upon a crimson horse

Its eyes as black as tar

Pray not to hear her whispered name

For she'll come to where you are

 

Her skin: as white as fresh-laid snow 

And twice as cold to touch

Her hair: as black as night itself

Hold your breath now, hush!

 

For if you hear the galloping hooves

Coming to your door

Run with all that you can muster

Run and run some more!

 

Worms for fingers, snake for tongue

Close your eyes so tight

'cause once she tastes your salty flesh

You'll become part of her night

 

And there you'll stay in black so stark

You'll pray for glimpse of day

But, with your eyes - her tasty prize

The dark is where you'll stay!