The Bounty Hunter

The Bounty Hunter

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Stolen was the soul, carried
On the black carriage, horses drawn, locked.
Riding away, across darkened skies
Peeping was the moon.
The whips were cracking
On tender hides, demonic horse's cries.
The headless man encased in mist
Echoed laughter, strong and eerie 
Down the halls of time.

Across the sky,
Carriage drawn
Demonic horses, red eyed
The headless ghost
In darkened cloak, rides.
Cracking whips spread
The clouds, moon peeping
The key in his pocket
The headless ghost 
Claims his prize.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 30, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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