Rider

Just a poem

in the dark, the shadows I ride,

Filled with anger, an intense pride,

forever riding, searching for something.

A restless soul, endless running.

Perhaps his purpose is held in the night, something pure,

worth the fight?

His heart jumps, takes to flight,
to ride with her, it just seems right,

she stops the rider, calms him down,

she gives him something, a golden crown.

Has his search come to an end? 

or is it fake, a passing trend....