Hooves
By Bobby Larsson


Grey riders without heads riding

their dead horses over the stone


bridge. They always come from

the woods and ride towards town.


Cascades of hooves trampling over

the vacant river. Moonflash in drawn


swords. Attached to ropes the king

is being dragged swiftly over


cobblestone. Once they reach the

chapel they always disappear.


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Born 1980 in Sweden and now I live in Durham (UK). At the moment I'm writing on a fantasy book for children.