White Horse Wild

Ride the White Horse,

proud, prancing steed,

trumpeting his challenge

to foolhardy horsemen,

who think they can tame him.

 

Ride the White Horse,

he captures souls

and strips them raw;

leaving the bodies

for the highest bidder.

 

Ride the White Horse,

true son of his Mother,

the deceptively lovely,

fragile poppy flower.

 

Ride the White Horse,

son of

The Flower of Despair.

Author's Note

I lost too many friends who came back from serving in Viet Nam addicted to pure heroin. The VA pretended the problem did not exist.