#CoffinHop – Wild Hunt Duo

Copper Moon

 

Night of the Hunter’s Moon

 

They come by the moonlight

off the mountain, from the mist,

riding in the darkened night.

They come by the moonlight,

for their eve of haunting flight.

Hear the horn, by Death be kissed

They come by the moonlight

off the mountain from the mist

 

Sunset Ride

 

When the sunset sweeps that painted sky

and muted twilight steals across the earth,

He smiles…

When the crickets chirp, and the owls hoot,

when trembling mortals speak their prayers,

He rides…

 

Inside the storm, through the howling wind,

and the souls of a thousand dead, following.

Upon the wild, dark horse with scarlet eyes

he reigns the night, and brings the Wild Hunt.

Fear the horn, shrink from the echo of hoof beats

Flee his forever path, scorched and burning.





© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart



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The Blood-Moon Rises

The blood-moon rises. Dogs howl.

Drown out the cry of the night owl.

Out from his coffin, creature crawls:

This beast obeys the nightly calls.

And through his fangs, bellows a growl.

 

His cloaking cape, his monk-like cowl,

Caked in plasma, from his last foul

Feast, slurped from veins in bathroom stalls.

The blood-moon rises…

 

Out from the tomb, he’s on the prowl.

His fangs protrude over his jowl.

He stalks his pray through winding halls

The doomed female cries, shrieks, and falls.

Teeth sink inside her flesh. Eyes scowl.

The blood-moon rises…

 

 

© All Rights Reserved Caroline Adele O’Brien