Masks
Death rides black-masked to-night; and through the land Madness beside him brandishes a torch. The peaceful farmhouse with its vine-wreathed porch Lies in their way. Death lifts a bony hand And knocks, and Madness makes a wild demand Of fierce Defiance: then the night's deep arch Reverberates, and under beech and latch A dead face stares; shot where one took his stand. Then down the night wild hoofs; the darkness beats; And like a torrent through the startled town Destruction sweeps; high overhead a flame; And Violence that shoots amid the streets. A piercing whistle: one who gallops down: And Death and Madness go the way they came.
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"Death rides black-masked to-night; and through the land..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Madison Julius Cawein delivers a powerful performance in "Masks"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...