

White HorsesWhite horses Heads held high Running Soaring Across the endless plainWhite Horses
White horses Heads of sea foam Braying Calling Across the roaring waves
White horses Heads tossing Laughing Playing Across bountiful fields
White horses Heads falling Pollution Burning Across tar filled sea
Black horses Heads tainted Falling Dying Across the ending plain


Footsteps in the sandAs I walk across the sand I glance back Watch my trail unfold Behind, My footsteps Leading backwards Into the distance.Footsteps in the sand
And I sit on the beach And watch the sea Coming closer Lapping the edges Of my footsteps Preparing To wash them away.
And then the sun sets And the moon rises Silver glow Catching my footsteps As they begin To be taken By the sea.
And my steps are in shadow Hard to see Except for the slight glow Around the edges Where the moon Glints off The sea
I love MCR too.
I'm reading Dracula at the moment, the copy I have has the most amazing pictures.
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