The Horse In Name
Mourning comes
Ravenously he held the course
Night beneath the reigns
I hold on tight
The past has gone
Trollopped away like a horse
Many given numbers
Danced along the way
Tightly embraced
In a cold harsh wind
Never did he whisper
Yet again I fear
The words that whispered
Now they do appear
What captive cries?
Of tragic night
And the horse galloped
On his way
The thrown swindler
Spend almost eight and twenty days
But he followed the way
He had hope and courage
And it tried to bring him down
For the man then settled
He and the horse alone
Ghastly apparitions
Moved around him
Lost in the darkness
He could find no light
Until his horse galloped
With no further sight
Lost beneath the whim
Then and there
He found himself once again
