She Rides
She rides in the dark of the night,
on her newly broken steed,
lines on her face so deep,
tracing every life she'd lived.
With a heart of gold
and soul of an angel,
she's never been cornered,
being alone,
is her destiny.
Her heart racing,
her steeds hooves pounding,
galloping along a darkened beach,
waves crashing on the rocks,
whilst the world is sleeping.
She knows of love,
of lies and deceit,
of friendship and trust,
betrayal and lust,
but her story,
she will take to her grave.
Riding alone,
with only her horse for company,
feeling the elements on her face,
memories of a better time,
a better place,
she lives in hope,
for an enriched afterlife. (alternative ending is,'she lives in hope for happiness to unfold'
Posted 28th March 2013
Picture, not clear, me jumping my horse where I stabled her.