Could you be a Poet but didn't know it.

We ride the night
as the wind flows through the trees and sweeps our hair into the light
we ride the night
as we fly swiftly down the kind hart of evil whispers good night
we ride the night
an abyss of darkness shows no flight
we ride the night
as a stranger walks into the light
we ride the night
may I have your eyes
let me be your demise
allow me to show you size
so you to may realize
the stranger in sight
we ride the night.