Ghost Rider

When the moon is new and casting little light as the wind whispers through the leafy trees and millions of tiny pin prick stars light the sky this is the time you will hear hooves on the breeze The ghost rider follows the trails ever searching no fearsome ghost this, just a poor sad lost soul ever hunting for his lady who's life was cut short snatched from him in fullness of life by illness He haunts the places they used to walk together no peace or rest for him when the moon is new his steed once fiery now plods tired of the journey tied together to this mortal coil of loss and regret Yet each spring solstice together they are seen their horses galloping towards one another and once more they ride and stroll the paths lovers now again reunited in joyful passion