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 cornerned,

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'll take to the 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.(for an enriched afterlife)

written 2010