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The Black Horse
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The Black Horse
The sparks along the spine,
The ripples along the skin,
In this you're kin to all you find
In travelling to the sunlight,
Drowning 'neath the Western line.
The black inside Its eyes,
The black across the sky,
Apollo's flight is out of sight
And we've all said our last goodbyes
To the morning sunlight.
The fearful howl-melody,
The booming thunder bass,
The conductor's face is far too foul
For mortal hearts so oft in place;
Life demands the heart to race.
To feel its stinging leer,
And all the ringing bells to hear,
Hope is out of sight, but never close your eyes;
To carry the Eastern light
Demands the steed of Fear.
The sparks along the spine,
The ripples along the skin,
In this you're kin to all you find
In travelling to the sunlight,
Drowning 'neath the Western line.
The black inside Its eyes,
The black across the sky,
Apollo's flight is out of sight
And we've all said our last goodbyes
To the morning sunlight.
The fearful howl-melody,
The booming thunder bass,
The conductor's face is far too foul
For mortal hearts so oft in place;
Life demands the heart to race.
To feel its stinging leer,
And all the ringing bells to hear,
Hope is out of sight, but never close your eyes;
To carry the Eastern light
Demands the steed of Fear.
I did a Halloween poem. On November 1st. Kind of. Not really.
I threw it together in about twenty minutes. I did some editing here and there (hardly at all), and this is what's left. Tear into it, love it, hate it, interpret it, whatever.
© 2013 - 2024 Peribyss
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