Midnight Riders | A 100 Word Story

#344 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

The midnight riders use the light of the moon
To deliver them on wings of doom,
Across the bridge, through shallow streams,
They will enter your every dreams.

While you slumber in your beds,
The midnight riders sneak into your heads.
Making subtle suggestions about your life,
Leaving sharp cuts like a knife.

Should you wake before they’re through,
Take care, for they’ll come after you.
And make you pay for crimes of sleep,
All the pain—regrets you’ll keep.

But if you can survive by dawn,
The midnight riders are all gone,
Expecting you to live and carry on.