30 April 2012
When the desert blooms, In a thousand brilliant hues, Sullied by a bloodmoon, As the sands rise,
On horses black as night, Dripping starsheen, taking flight, Onyx hooves thud, heed the plight, Charge through the desert cold.
And far ahead they rise, Savannah grass is shaken down, Golden sun beams fall on flanks, They fight for the silver crown,
Vassals dragged into the fray, Desert horses ride through day, But still they go, beneath the stars, Fathers fuelling burning hearts.
Roars and yells through fire and steel, Puncture wounds they cannot feel, The battle's done, the lord lies dead, A scimitar stuck in his head.
Back they ride, back to home, Each one feeling more alone, Done their duty, not quite whole, Singing in a sombre tone,
Back they go to innocence, The soft caress of summer wind, Back they ride through the mango trees With their bountiful harvest of fruit.
~ Thanks to Ally Mair for fixing line eleven for me! ^^ ~
Chasing The Skyline • Opuss № I