Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
And clash and clash of hoof and heel,
Wild shouts and the wave of hair
In the rush upon the wind:
Thus the ride of sin.
More verses by Stephen Crane
- A Man Toiled On A Burning Road
- A Newspaper Is A Collection Of Half-Injustices
- A God In Wrath
- A Man Feared That He Might Find An Assassin;
- A Youth In Apparel That Glittered