Old poems found

I have just come across two notebooks full of poems I composed back in the 1980's. I shall put them on this Blog so they are not lost for Posterity should it care or not care to read them....

I am Him
I am scattered as the ashes of a pauper's cremation
I am morbid as Original Sin
I was doomed before your God ever thought of Creation
I am Him

I am as violent as the centre of a hurricane's black eye
I have Horsemen, pale and deadly, ghastly thin
And the Legion of the Damned will ride at my command
I am Him

So walk swiftly rose-tipped virgin do not stray in this night's way
hurry onwards past the Shadows ever grim
'Lest my hands reach out to snatch and drag you in
I am Him