' I looked in my soul and found you standing there...'

 

She rides

 

She rides in the dark of the night,

on her newly broken steed,

lines on her face so deep,

tracing every life she'd ever lived.

With a heart of gold,

and soul of an angel,

she's never been cornered,

being alone,

is her destiny.

 

Her heart racing,

her steeds hooves pounding,

galloping along a darkened beach,

waves crashing on the shore,

whilst the world is sleeping.

 

She knows of love,

of lies and deceit,

of friendship and trust,

betrayal and lust,

but her story,

she will take to her grave.

 

Riding alone,

with only her horse for company,

feeling the elements on her face,

memories of a better time,

a better place,

she lives in hope,

for happiness to unfold (of an enriched afterlife)

 

 

Soul

 

He swooped down ,

from the Gods,

majestic bird he was,

and stole my soul.

 

The soul thief,

I call him,

he'd circled for sometime,

and knew his fate ,

laid in my hands.

 

He didn't stay long,

just long enough to know,

he'd always be mine.

Then called away,

by his master,

he flew.

 

Empty,

I was,

then I heard a record,

on the radio,

called 'bloody valentine',

with mysticism,

I felt my soul, 

flying home,

it landed at my feet,

now  I shall fly solo.