A Riderless Horse (Tribute to J. Keats)

Posted: December 27, 2012 in Poetry
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The night,

dark and cold.

Galloping hooves echo,

in succession,

announcing the procession,

of a horse with no rider.

No strider,

along its side.

The saddle slides,

slipping with each stride.

Ominous…

This empty train of hot breath.

Warning…

The too soon bereft.

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Comments
  1. Reblogged this on Unhombrecalido's Blog and commented:
    Posee un estilo similar a Edgar A. Poe, creo

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