The Dark Rider

Hooded, cloaked, obscured from sight,
Riding through the dead of night,

She may never stop to rest or play,
From the dusk of night to the dawn of day,

A message, she bears, marked on her skin,
She must carry it forever, burning within,

The dark steed she rides, jet black and tall,
Never has it stumbled, never will it fall,

Eyes, never seen, her face, pure white,
Ink-black tears, silver necklace, tight,

The scar across her cheek, from a raven's claw,
Lips, sinister, dark as a wolf's paw,

The black lady, the darkened queen,
Forever running, never seen,

She runs from the inevitable, ever so fast,
Running, hiding, from a troubled past,

Hooded, cloaked, obscured from sight,
Riding through the dead of night.