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On Grey Horses


On grey horses road the banner,
Whispering amongst the wind,
It bore a broken heart and hammer,
The grip was swaying, the strength worn thin.
I feel it slipping from my fingers,
I fear the forest starts to sway,
The stars they dance, the demons linger,
The night is dark, the way is grey,
I wander as a fading specter,
The heart in pieces, hammer lost,
To dwell in dreams, silent, endure,
The night is creeping; I fear the frost.




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AnInkling said...
Sep. 16 at 1:50 pm:
Beautifully done! The rhyming and rhythm are exquisite, and the metaphors are vivid and real. I enjoyed reading it!
 
A G. replied...
today at 11:48 am :
Thank you!
 
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