Pale Rider

she walked with her head hung low in a crowd of hundreds, maybe more strands of chestnut fell against her wet cheeks no one noticed the seeping stain, bright or the gushing of blood where her heart used to beat careless walkers of doom, dismal takers of all that was surreal sadness wrapped itself and unwound ... there was a time before time when laughter was real happiness called her realm home, anticipation sang it's seductive tune and she was a vision in smiles, for days and even months her world transformed love found a home, eternity looked bright ... tell me again of the warrior who rides on that pale horse from hades listen, I hear something or, did I? quick, before the moon howls my slow demise and I roll to the other side, where darkness is daytime and daytime is naught for strangers like me who don't belong ... (10/20/2007)