The Rider With a clash of thunder and a roar from the gale the dragon soared up and the rider looked pale A streak of crimson red against the jet black above the claws the rider was on crack Not to be seen by the naked eye lock up your horses coz their gonna die Between the wings of this terror of the night the suffocated rider kissed the world goodnight
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