The Prayer
Oh blessed stead, Run well and quick Stick true thy gait. Stay the course I plead Through creek and thick Thy path be straight. On valiant hoof and tows Down well tread path Where sight doth hide. Which only horse knows By fear of frigid wrath A most foreboding side. A clutch of icy reigns Uncertain lonely grip Where shortcuts call. A decision at the manes Stay the original script Or turn and risk it all. Let this not be the night When the darkness echoes Longing in the window. When skies lose the light The crisp breaches clothes Leave me not a widow. Nicholas Campos - January 2025 edit Dedicated to Victor Bloomquist