Dark visons

More practice than anything

Stuck up in my golden spire, watching clouds pass below me.
Far out in the distance is a black horse making its way across the barren sand.
Kicking up dust, sliding down hills.
I can feel the air become colder.
It has started to snow.
One hundred yards closer.
Still the beast rages on.
The blue sky has turned grey.
My tower starts to crumble.
Ice has covered the walls.
Just as this beast finally reaches my gate, it vanishes.
An eerie state dominates.
My castle is in ruins.
Cursed with this lonely despair.
Darkness harbors this land.