The man in metal, he rides upon
His horse of snowy white,
Through the Forest of the Bleeding Hearts,
He rides away the night.
Through the Forest of the Bleeding Hearts,
He rides in wait of sun,
The noblest of noblemen
Must undo what has been done.
The man in metal, he rides some time
Upon his horse of grey,
And, ah! He must move onward!
For they ordered him to save the day.
Through the Forest of the Bleeding Hearts,
His rewards are in his mind,
And in his ears, the ringing
Of the cries of spirits kind.
The man in metal, he rides upon,
His horse as black as night.
Through the Forest of the Bleeding Hearts,
He no longer rides for what is right.
That was really really good!!
That was really really good!! I loved this. It reminded me of many things, and it takes a good writer to be able to bring back memories from other people.
Love,
LovingLovelace
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Thank you!
I really appriciate your comment thank youuu :)
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