Moon's reflection on armor
Oh those tears, coming from my fears, the dark stormy skies, brings images to my eyes, of you on beautiful steed, departing for your creed, moon's reflection on armor, my wait evermore.
Those bagpipes awhining, raised swords ashining, commands being shouted, fearful glances touted, hooves anxious for the charging and you on beautiful steed, moon's reflection on armor, my wait evermore.
Breaking night's dark claims, I hear horses under reigns, moving slowly toward my direction, fear swelling in my projection, beautiful steed not among them, but double saddled I see him, we cling to each other, my wait nevermore.
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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