Good evening Mr Rider

Will your horses hoofs clatter the cobbles this night.

Will we glimpse your timeless features

Or will you hide in shadows from sight.

I have felt your hand on my shoulder

But fear is not the cloak that I choose

....I am waiting for you Mr Rider

And one of us has to lose.

I can smell the stench of your Banner

The Ferryman is your best friend,

The Banshee await with thier charriots

To see who to hell you will send.

I can feel you are close Mr Rider

I can feel the grey wind...you are here.

I too hide in shadows from mortals

Only you will know I am near.

And so Fate be our Judge Mr Rider

The 'She' we hate to give power,

Which death blow will make one the victor

And make Glory thier final hour.

She sits on The throne of Judgement

Waits for The Fourth Horseman to come

But disadvantaged you are Mr Rider

For Fate and Myself .....We are One.