Welcome back for another Poetry Friday!
"The Flight of the Stallions"
(c) 2013 A.L.S. Vossler
Blackened hearts, pounding rain
Strength of flesh and tail and mane
Stallions ride across the plain
To their doom.
How they get there, they don’t know
They battle wind and fire and snow
They know not to where they go
Roads are hard.
Fairy dust and magic lights
Take away the death and frights
A land of hope is in their sights
There they ride.
On they canter, with their hope
O'er foreboding plains they lope
O'er mountain and valley slope
Ride on, stallions.
I will find you in my dreams
Where childhood's last light still gleams
How far away and dim it seems
Innocence.
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