Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 16, 2016

Your Black Horses of Doom~by Karen King



Your Black Horses of Doom

We’re riding on your black horses of doom,
Towards your darkened tomb.
Inside, you’ve made a room
Of white flowers, not a moment too soon!
Amongst white silk, white flowers are strewn,
Waiting for our nights, from midnight ‘til noon.
Me the Bride in White and you the Dark Groom.
As darkness descends, my heart goes boom,
You have woven me into your loom.
I want to explore your catacombs,
Through all seasons, July ‘til June.
Under the light of our silvery moon.

“Paranormal, Mythical and Dark Poetry”
Karen King Copyright 2015

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