The Hooded Man In Black Poem by Jeremy Willson

There he stood, the hooded man in black
Pushing forward, always on track
Features concealed in the shadows cast upon his face
In moments he is gone without a trace
He let go of his past, never looking back

Always ready to attack
Thought to be an insane maniac
His moves however, are full of poise and grace
The hooded man in black

He travels on horse back
You'll never catch him slack
He thinks himself a disgrace
When really, he's a valiant ace
Always prepared to fight back
He is the hooded man in black