The horses were skittish in darkness around
Afraid of the shoreline, afraid of the ground
I drove them forward with all my might
But they could not compete with the ghosts of tonight.
The pale moon it shone our way,
Guiding us past the bales of hay,
No horse dared stray or put up a fight
As they could not compete with the ghosts of tonight.
In the ocean the horses by my side
Trusting me to be their guide,
Over the crests of waves they almost took flight
But they could not compete with the ghosts of tonight.
We stared at the shore with the moon high above
Illuminating the rocky shore line for us
And as we stood stood there feeling so right
We were here with the ghosts of tonight
With heavy hooves and heavier hearts
We viewed the sand that was not far
And as they appeared in pretty white lights
We were here with the ghosts of tonight
And so charging forward into the surf
The horses felt free of that curse
They stood ghosts, land and sea as brothers
Until you could not tell one from the other.
Shorter than usual but this was just a bit of fun, if you liked my poem comment down below (comment could be as simple as yay) or hit that little star because (if you guys like it or if I am in a poetic kind of mood) I might write some more! I hope you don't get sick soon.
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