Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night,
By the moon's early light
Woke with chest feeling tight
And a great deal of fear
That my death maybe near,
An icy draft on my right,
Then I saw the black knight,
His face white as snow,
His eyes a red glow,
With a voice
Strange and hollow
He commanded to follow,
Grabbed me with a bony hand
And led me to my world's end
Into the kingdom of the dead
Where a grave is my bed...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz