The Horseman of the Night

He’s back,

the horseman of the night,

I hear the beating of my heart

on the rhythm of his hasty gallop.

Will he stop tonight

in my town or will he wait

until I fall asleep, so weary

and forget his name.

Do I hear in the wind

his silent laughter,

while he whispers softly:

oh, child of men,

there is no escape.

Don’t bother,

I’ll find you,

even in your dreams.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere