Spoken from the Heart

A Soldier's Point of View

As I ride though the forest

I think of my dear friend Dorest

I see her in my mind sitting on a chair

Reading a book called Do Not Dare

I am glad to see her happy again

I have not seen her like that since I became one of the horsemen

I get out of my trance

To miss the thick branch

The wind rushes through my hair

But my mind is still elsewhere

She looks towards me like i'm really there

I see in her eyes that she cares but there is also despair

I feel tears come to my eyes

Then I hear the war cries

I turn but I am to late

This is my death date

The last thing I see

Is the whole army before me