ON THE ROAD TO RIO MUERTO
When the long shadows of day turn into night
And the Wolf Moon climbs the ebony sky,
Out of their crypts and tombs they rise
Thirsting and hungry — the vampire riders.
On fearsome steeds they thunder
Searching for prey on the haunted road.
The unwary traveler, the late-night reveler
Must beware when the vampire outlaws ride.
For when the riders come
Galloping demon-like down the terrible night.
All they meet will die.
All they meet
On the road to Rio Muerto.
(c) Copyright John M. Whalen 2015
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