The Rider

Through the mists of fervent streams, 
Comes The Rider born of dreams. 
From beneath his veil he stares 
Looking for someone who cares. 
\Finding his next host, 
He enters as a ghost. 
Destroying wants of home and hearth, 
The Rider finds a physical birth. 
\Returning to his winding road, 
All thoughts gone of his abode. 
Here he finds no worries or friends, 
Only wanting to bring another's end. 
Through no want or will, 
The Rider wins another kill. 
The Rider of dreams, 
Leaves his form amidst loved screams. 
\If ever you wander mists of streams 
Beware The Rider of dreams. 
The unseen Rider kills through lack of wills