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The Life of Death (Original Version)

He rode out from A field of smow,
and once again he seemed to know.
Of all previous events past,
in this one he would be surpassed.

His horse large, dark, and mean,
was covered in a sickly sheen.
A cowled robe flew out behind,
and red eyes glowed without a mind.

So swiftly did this rider fly,
for there was an event to happen this nigh'.
The death of a woman so pure of heart,
her demise would bring an awful start.

But behold there's something different here,
another heart beats true and clear.
Screams pierce the ever silent night,
some of pain, and some of fright.

Then suddenly he was gone.
Not a print upon the lawn.
Her infant son had saved her life.
To Death's everlasting, eternal strife.