A Golden Steed Gallops

A Golden Steed Gallops A golden steed gallops in my dreams as of late echoing sounds of my so darkly imagined fate chastising my wicked deeds of an ill-spent youth increasing the chasm between bold lies and truth. Flowing trails of gleaming pain fly deep with that race as precious , sweet memories burn up without a trace flying away , names and faces of girls I so easily left broken up like fine crystals falling from a high shelf. An invisible rider brings racing steed to an abrupt halt as it screams out, "yes you, it's all your damn fault"! why did you not live a sweeter, kinder and gentler life blame is on you for lost true love , loss of your first wife! Golden steed stands at a graveyard filled with no headstones lying about are several sun-bleached and broken white bones dark wind races in whispering in a very raspy low moan you are so dead , now you lay cold, dark and so, so alone! 06-13-2014