Rider upon a white horse
She moved like the clouds
Swift her hooves barely touched ground
The rider upon her Back
Amour shone bright
Justice,
Honour,
Peace,
Of the land did they fight,
Betrayed were they
From inside the white ranks,
Tied upon the white steed
And this is where honour died,
Bleed out,
Drained of life
Death seeped in to white
Vengeance was born
Hooves no longer pure
Black,
Tarnished,
Sinful,
Was the name of one who was once pure,
But now had a coat of crimson,
The rider now but tarnished metal
Inside vengeance burnt,
White,
Intense,
Broken,
Was the soul, only retribution
Would bury them both,
Let there tormented souls be free,
The rider,
The horse,
Upon the land, seeking out injustice
Making hooves shed flesh
The hand of justice sought to be
Judge,
Jury,
Executioner,
As word travelled, ears heard
What mouths let out,
The man who was white
Not of justice,
Not of right,
Betrayer of integrity took flight,
For retribution was at hand,
And it burnt white hot,
Nights,
&
Days,
Past, before weary eyes slept,
loomed over was justice
Watching that which had bleed life,
Had tarnished existence
What wasn't death, neither life,
Eyes awoke,
In to Darkness they fell,
As Rider stood tall,
Honour must be dealt,
For injustice bleed red
Screams from below,
Bellowing excuses, of jealousy
No excuse to extinguish life,
Justice was dealt upon the man
For no longer would he have
Sight
or
Hear
To live what time was left
To live in darkness
Hearing only his voice,
To know that this was worst than death,
For no sunrise seen,
Only shadows of nothing,
No words ever heard only tormented by inner voices,
Death would have been easy
The torment is life.
Retribution and honour were pasted,
So rider and steed looked beyond the sunrise
And faded in to dust, spread upon the land..
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Rider upon a white horse
She moved like the clouds
Swift her hooves barely touched ground
The rider upon her Back
Amour shone bright
Justice,
Honour,
Peace,
Of the land did they fight,
Betrayed were they
From inside the white ranks,
Tied upon the white steed
And this is where honour died,
Bleed out,
Drained of life
Death seeped in to white
Vengeance was born
Hooves no longer pure
Black,
Tarnished,
Sinful,
Was the name of one who was once pure,
But now had a coat of crimson,
The rider now but tarnished metal
Inside vengeance burnt,
White,
Intense,
Broken,
Was the soul, only retribution
Would bury them both,
Let there tormented souls be free,
The rider,
The horse,
Upon the land, seeking out injustice
Making hooves shed flesh
The hand of justice sought to be
Judge,
Jury,
Executioner,
As word travelled, ears heard
What mouths let out,
The man who was white
Not of justice,
Not of right,
Betrayer of integrity took flight,
For retribution was at hand,
And it burnt white hot,
Nights,
&
Days,
Past, before weary eyes slept,
loomed over was justice
Watching that which had bleed life,
Had tarnished existence
What wasn't death, neither life,
Eyes awoke,
In to Darkness they fell,
As Rider stood tall,
Honour must be dealt,
For injustice bleed red
Screams from below,
Bellowing excuses, of jealousy
No excuse to extinguish life,
Justice was dealt upon the man
For no longer would he have
Sight
or
Hear
To live what time was left
To live in darkness
Hearing only his voice,
To know that this was worst than death,
For no sunrise seen,
Only shadows of nothing,
No words ever heard only tormented by inner voices,
Death would have been easy
The torment is life.
Retribution and honour were pasted,
So rider and steed looked beyond the sunrise
And faded in to dust, spread upon the land..
