Pale White Horse

I follow you my love on a pale white horse Of blended breed and marked discourse A Wiley creature so tuned to you Your pace your path the things you do And were you but to look back at us We appear as one interwoven thus His pace is fast on ground or air Feathered beast he is winged shoulder to rear. A pleasure to mount a rascal to ride Collusions’ of one as we fly in the sky A magical beast as pure as the snow Unbeknownst to you my love we go where you go A curse for eternity a sad lovers song I ride the pale white horse till the day I am gone A pleasure and pride I assure you my love To ride a pale white horse is a gift from above.