Dark Horse
She rides hollow into her night
marked by terror, marked by fright
void expression, empty smile
her crown, a mask, to beguile
She moves fettered into her day
contemptuous chip, her shoulder play
a hint of mulberry on the dew
weathered brow, She only knew
She dies slowly into her life
distorted, malignant strife
perception colors her rotting corpse
a crystal grey shattered horse
Copyright © Susan Mangiante | Year Posted 2005
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