NIGHT RIDER.
Standing
high on a pillar of stone,
Persephone stands all alone.
A figure unravaged by time,
Waiting for midnight to chime.
Her
Hair flows caressed by a gentle breeze,
A rustling like the wind in the trees.
Her arms slowly point to the sky,
It’s time for Persephone to fly.
Night Rider, casting her mystical spell,
Night Rider delivering you into your Hell
Streaming
miles of flowing shrouds,
Mingling in with the clouds.
Riding the moons silken beams,
Delivering out all your dreams.
Night Rider, casting her mystical spell,
Night Rider, delivering you into your hell.
A & T. Jones. 1980.
The goddess Persephone, usually depicted riding through the night on a great black stallion, the bringer of dreams, the dealer in nightmares..
She exchanges a daytime hell into a nocturnal one. Beautiful in the extreme matched only by her cunning, in as much as she can play on the slightest deficiency or flaw in a persons mental or physical make up and by the medium of sleep, turn it into a chasm a mile wide….
