Analysis of DEATH RIDERS

Death Riders thunder across the plains
Riding on pitch-black stallions,
Chasing down lone travellers
Like the Devil's own battalions.

Manes and tails flying in the wind
As chargers race through the night,
Making pin-point turns at high speed
Completely fearless in their flight.

Lone walkers do not stand a chance
As the Riders race down upon them,
Like nightmare visions in the dark
From the most awful dreams ever dreamt.

Horses snorting like fiery dragons
As they bear down on innocent prey,
Eyes are shining like demonic gems
Dashing 'neath the blood moon's rays.

Death riders on their evil steeds
Galloping after people on the run,
A cutlass flashing, good folk dying
All for the sake of monstrous fun.

Horses fly toward fleeing runners
Hoping soon to run them down,
In the overgrown forest night
Just outside on the Devil's Town.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia