Black Horses

We rode out on black horses,
Into the dark; 
Each colour a devolving embrace,
No one recognised us,
With the dust from the hooves
And the silk masks that covered our face;
If the enemy saw us �"
Perhaps they thought we were ghosts?
For we left a white shadow behind,
The last thing they expected,
Was to still find me here,
I’d had been gone, a very long time;

It was you, who remained in the castle alone,
While I was away in lost wars-
Now was the time to repay your strong hand,
And ride out together, as we had done before.

Reviews

[Teresa Powell]

"For we left a white shadow behind".... I like that line. Very well written! I remember one of my cousins letting me ride on her horse,of course she was behind me on the same horse making sure I could control her baby.

[John Anthony Fingleton]

Thank you so much for reading Teresa....I have lest many white shadows behind.

[Teresa Powell]

So glad to hear that.

[John Anthony Fingleton]

I cannot understand when I write a comment, that it looks ok....and when I read it later it makes no sense. Thank You Tresa.

[Teresa Powell]

I have that problem at times...lol