Pa ran inside,
All out of breath
Ma said "slow down"
"you look you've seen your own death"
He shut all the windows
Closed the shutters, the doors
He went to the cellar
And locked the trap doors
"Out on the hill there",
"You can see by the tree"
"It's a horse from the Devil"
"And it's waiting for me"
Ma said "you're crazy"
"There's nothing outside"
"Least all a horse"
"That the devil would ride"
I went to the window
To check for the steed
Pa said "Don't open that up"
"That's all the room that he'll need"
"He's come from below"
"To take my soul down to hell"
"And his horse is the warning"
"I know...I can tell"
The mustang stood waiting
On the hill, all aflame
Was it devil or horse
Were they one and the same?
Pa was still shaking
He had sure had a fright
There was no way that we
Would get to sleep on this night
Pa then told Mother
Of the deal he had made
With the Devil himself
In the cool of the shade
A prosperous ranch
The envy of all around
With all of his problems
Put six feet underground
Dad said he'd reckoned
That the deal was all done
When the crops out the back
All burned up in the sun
He knew that the Devil
Was calling in for his share
When he saw the horse burning
While no one else gave a care
"I have to get through now"
"To the morning past dawn"
"Then the horse will return"
"And the deal will be gone"
We listened intently
We were sure Pa wasn't sane
But, we knew from his tale
He had nothing to gain
We'd take shifts in the night
Keeping the devil at bay
Only twelve hours to go
Until the next day
It would be an adventure
We would trust in our faith
Of dad's tale of the mustang
The flaming horse wraith
The night was a battle
The devil tried to get in
He worked on our hearts
By making deals sweet with sin
Do we turn in our father
Or do we fight till the morn?
Could it just be a ruse
Burning one field of corn?
To see how it ended
You must come out here and see
The scorch marks in the grass
On the hill by the tree
You can believe what I've written
Or hear what Pa has to say
But, it was the Devil's Mustang
Came that night for to play
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Pa ran inside,
All out of breath
Ma said "slow down"
"you look you've seen your own death"
He shut all the windows
Closed the shutters, the doors
He went to the cellar
And locked the trap doors
"Out on the hill there",
"You can see by the tree"
"It's a horse from the Devil"
"And it's waiting for me"
Ma said "you're crazy"
"There's nothing outside"
"Least all a horse"
"That the devil would ride"
I went to the window
To check for the steed
Pa said "Don't open that up"
"That's all the room that he'll need"
"He's come from below"
"To take my soul down to hell"
"And his horse is the warning"
"I know...I can tell"
The mustang stood waiting
On the hill, all aflame
Was it devil or horse
Were they one and the same?
Pa was still shaking
He had sure had a fright
There was no way that we
Would get to sleep on this night
Pa then told Mother
Of the deal he had made
With the Devil himself
In the cool of the shade
A prosperous ranch
The envy of all around
With all of his problems
Put six feet underground
Dad said he'd reckoned
That the deal was all done
When the crops out the back
All burned up in the sun
He knew that the Devil
Was calling in for his share
When he saw the horse burning
While no one else gave a care
"I have to get through now"
"To the morning past dawn"
"Then the horse will return"
"And the deal will be gone"
We listened intently
We were sure Pa wasn't sane
But, we knew from his tale
He had nothing to gain
We'd take shifts in the night
Keeping the devil at bay
Only twelve hours to go
Until the next day
It would be an adventure
We would trust in our faith
Of dad's tale of the mustang
The flaming horse wraith
The night was a battle
The devil tried to get in
He worked on our hearts
By making deals sweet with sin
Do we turn in our father
Or do we fight till the morn?
Could it just be a ruse
Burning one field of corn?
To see how it ended
You must come out here and see
The scorch marks in the grass
On the hill by the tree
You can believe what I've written
Or hear what Pa has to say
But, it was the Devil's Mustang
Came that night for to play
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