Riding Grace

Life rides hard

bucking and turning

stomping on the innocent

Vulnerable creatures laying low against the dust

as the thunder of flying hoofs

come storming free

Grace came in white

mane and tale riding high

she picked up her feet and she flew

across the barren land

she flew

all fire and brimstone

Proud and sinew

she left her gate

she drew her line in the sand

as the creatures of the dust

slithered away

lost in the clouds

on the trail

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