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The road was a ghostly ribbon: a strange violet hue. The sycamore trees ******** thrashing as a frenzied wind blew. A dark cloaked horseman appeared on the horizon’s edge. He whipped his horse forward; this horse almost flew. The pounding hooves echoed down the cobbled road. The madman charged forward with his deadly load. They never caught the horseman who murdered her father that night. He shot his pistol once then the old man died. No're was he ever seen again after the red cobbles dried. They never found his stallion with nostrils flaming fire' who flew like a dragon until the prey expired. The girl wept and moaned at her window. Always watching for him. Watching the winding road ;she could redeem his sin. A kiss my darling sweetheart, kiss and let me fly. His shadow was imprinted on clean cobbles. His scarf around her neck but nothing made things right. The devil surely wanted him and death breathed down his trek. They searched swearing they'd catch the wretch yet found no trace of him. The girl she smiled sadly. For now he rode the wind.
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Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 8:28 PM UTC
The Horseman-Rural England 1850
The road was a ghostly ribbon: a strange violet hue. The sycamore trees ******** thrashing as a frenzied wind blew. A dark cloaked horseman appeared on the horizon’s edge. He whipped his horse forward; this horse almost flew. The pounding hooves echoed down the cobbled road. The madman charged forward with his deadly load. They never caught the horseman who murdered her father that night. He shot his pistol once then the old man died. No're was he ever seen again after the red cobbles dried. They never found his stallion with nostrils flaming fire' who flew like a dragon until the prey expired. The girl wept and moaned at her window. Always watching for him. Watching the winding road ;she could redeem his sin. A kiss my darling sweetheart, kiss and let me fly. His shadow was imprinted on clean cobbles. His scarf around her neck but nothing made things right. The devil surely wanted him and death breathed down his trek. They searched swearing they'd catch the wretch yet found no trace of him. The girl she smiled sadly. For now he rode the wind.
Kathleen Colby@2009 this was re-writen in 2010
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Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 8:28 PM UTC
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