The Black Knight

He rides into the night upon his black steed.
His purpose before him is gruesome indeed.
He comes oftentimes as a thief in the night.
Swiftly his victims will all end their fight.

He enters in silence much like in a dream.
Resistance now over he plots and he schemes
To wrest from each body the essence of life
With no hesitation.  His harvest is rife.

Serfdoms of sickness and carelessness, too;
Continual madness of man who would do
Most anything for a reason to further their means,
Give this Knight the reason to enter the scene.

His fiefdom though fleeting demands now its prey.
The Black Knight is coming to take you away.
When the time has come for this life to cease,
He comes as your escort to guide your release.

The Grim Reaper rides on a horse named Demise.
He’s always awaiting to claim his next prize.
This Black Knight of Death lies silent ahead
When our life is over, though this we may dread.

Are you ready?