The Day Before
Riding upon a pale horse,
The knight stepped down
all the way to the ground
to lift a small little girl
She hugged him tight,
With all her might
and held onto that tall,
pale horse
They rode away,
She never again the same
for he was the keeper
he'd come to whisp her away
From that small little girl,
She would be changed
gifted wisdom and age
to make her mature
A new stage of a short life,
No longer able to run and play
free as the day was long,
Because the ones she loved
were only growing older
her life blooming as some would die
When just the day before,
she was young and small
When just the day before,
She was mine
- Me
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Each day I'll try to post a poem discribing how my day went. (:
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the northern crusader
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