Poetry

Horseman

written by: roberthite

In the blackest night
the purest dark
A single light
hearin a hark

A lonely ride
at a quicken pace
tring to get higher
on a deadly race

A riding horseman
a face of death
A riding horseman
nearly out of breath

On an endless goal
futher everday
riding out of a hole
going out of his way

Bending ever rule
raceing to his place
about to lose his cool
looking long in his face

A riding hourseman
a face of death
A riding hourseman
nearly out of breath.

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