Poem of a mysterious horseman, he rides a black stallion, wind, murder,
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The road was a ghostly ribbon:
a strange violet hue.
The sycamore trees orgasmic thrashing
as a frenzied wind blew.
A dark cloaked horseman
appeared on the horizon’s edge.
He whipped the horse forward;
this horse would never flinch.
The pounding hooves echoed
down the cobbled road.
The madman charging forward
with his deadly load.
They never caught the horseman
who murdered the girls father.
He shot and hung him high.
No-re was he ever seen again
after the red cobbles dried.
They never found the stallion
with nostrils flaming fire.
Who flew like a dragon
until the prey hung higher.
She wept and moaned
at her window.
Watching the winding road.
His shadow imprinted
the cobbles but now
the wind he rode.
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