The Trumpet Call

The black rider with the seal of curse
The circle exclusive on you by the press of time
but you know what's under the seal,
Light-carrying denier of light

The pendulum of time pulsing in your head
the scream swells in your throat
black pages in the life-book
it's to clean this world by

Black rider tired and tormented
memories - the worst of mental wounds,
let the replete world to give a sugary smile -
the sentence is written in your eyes.