The Aftermath; A horse and man
Amazing steed with hair silk white,
beauty graced – shadowed the moonlight.
No spiraled horn nor wings of flight;
earthbound hoofs pranced with sheer delight.
Adorned with crown, rider takes mount;
dreams of triumph fail to surmount.
From battles, deeply soul-engaged;
throws down stained spears – his heart enraged.
Battles drummed, he answered the call,
left scarred, yet survived above all.
Tattered vest – arrows injected,
war left his soul unprotected.
High on his horse with thoughts impure,
close his eyes to the world obscure.
Finds great solace - the rhythmic gait,
dark shadows of war bearing weight.
TheMsLvh © 2011 *Special thanks to Mike Patrick for introducing me to meter and feet
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