Swept Away on a Bitter Eve

That somber eve condemning me
was my malice anguish of past,
Swept from my loft by his horse,
riding into darkness at last…!

Under the blood-stained moon
we cut through air like his blade,
This dastardly horseman roared
as my torment and grief decayed.

Quickly over the threshold
of the revelations at my feet,
My distasteful surrendering
was my sole, sane retreat.

And at the heart of the journey
was her transfixing medallion,
Grasped in one hand, and
the other upon Death’s stallion.