Hymn to the Nightmare
by Leslie Fish

If I see her again, I must die or kill
In the bleak, dark wood on the stone-ringed hill
When the year wears down, and the trees are bare
In the form of an upright, white-fanged mare
For where she appears death is on the air,
And someone in sight must die.

Have you seen her again, in the dark and cold?
The night black mare and her grim nine fold
With her thigh bone staff and her white skull globe
With her cyclone crown and her storm cloud robe
With her red black eyes that no light can probe
When more than a few must die

We will see her again when the earth shall cry
When the hills fall down, and the seas run high
She will strike her hoof on the earth way fault
With her twelve limbs bared to the heaven's vault
She will dance in flame 'til the stars cry halt!
And all but a few shall die.