Crime Writer Riding a Dark Horse
On a black and dangerous night
It was a nightmare that she was riding through,
She did not know what was false and what was true.
The Moon shone down on that ghostly plain,
She was the only rider on that eerie sepulchral plain.
The voices called in that black and dangerous night,
Voices of the victims hiding out of her sight.
She was riding the dark horse in her dream,
On a dark and…