She rides in the dark of the night,

on her newly broken steed,

lines on her face so deep,

tracing every life she'd 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,

goes with her,

to her grave.

 

Riding alone,

with only a horse for company,

feeling the elements on her face,

memories of a better time,

a better place,

she lives in hope,

for an enriched afterlife(alternative ending,for happiness to unfold)

 

This verse been promised to tony sheridan