Horse and rider

There was a horse and a lonely rider

I was watching as they went their way.

She had something deep inside her:

words she hoped she’d never have to say.

The sun was down, there was no moon.

There was barely light to see.

I could tell the end was soon.

Would it be the end for me?

There is no reason. There is no rhyme.

There’s only a little time,

A broken horse, a lonely rider, and an observant I.

And we’re all afraid to die.

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