Greetings! I am Princess Anastasia, of this land of Pale White Horses. I am a proud warrior, respected leader of many. In my free time, I love to ride astride a pale white horse with wings, soaring up into the sky with the wind blowing in my face. Or speeding along the countryside at break-neck speed in my mighty chariot.
Pale White Horses
With pale white horses,
And speed like an elf,
She journeys to find
Old death himself.
Her shadow looms
Across the ground.
She usually whispers,
Barely making a sound.
With Pale white horses,
With golden horns.
Pulling her chariot,
Safely through storms.
Nothing can stop her,
Behind or ahead.
And she'll never stop,
Until she is dead.
She flys through the air
But doesn't have wings.
Listen closely,
As she she sings.
About pale white horses
With golden horns.
Through the clouds,
Above the storms.
Across the sky,
Beneath the sun,
She seems to be
A lonely one.
Across the sky,
Without any wings.
Listen closely
And hear her sing.
To the pale white horses horses,
With golden horns,
Pulling her in a chariot,
Through the storms.
Nothing can stop her,
Behind or ahead,
And she refuses to stop,
Until she is dead.
Like a single statue
She stands all alone,
In a golden chairiot
That shines like a throne.
She has diamonds & emralds
And rubies galore,
But to her they're just stones
And don't mean anything more
To the pale white horses,
With golden horns,
Pulling the chariot
Through the storms.
Refusing to stop
Till her journey is through,
And I have decided
To be like her too.
Across the sky
Without any wings,
Listen closely
To what she sings.
While she sings.
by: Wolf
Graphics ©Susan
Duncan....Please do not borrow them!
For over a year now, Wolf has very sweetly sent me a lot of her songs and poems that she has written and I am so very grateful that she allows me to use her work on my site! Her other work is spread out over several of my web pages, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do! Sissi
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