Rev. Gregory Kensbock Posted July 16, 2008 Report Share Posted July 16, 2008 Their hooves beat heavy on the windLike thunder clapping in a summer stormLouder yet, I hear them comingThere are horses on the windTheir hooves pound out their fateTheir destination yet unknownHorses on the windTheir fiery nostrils like the gates of HellNothing living can mount their furyTheir muscles stretch with stress and strainTheir warm deep breath chills the soulExcitement mounts with each hoof beatFate she plays her heartless trickThe hooves now fly, the manes, they blowThe roaring waters rush belowThere are horses on the windTheir hooves poud out their fateTheir destination yet unknownHorses on the windFalling, falling there is no chanceThe water closes around the massAll is quiet the dust settles downThe rushing water took its tollThere are horses on the windTheir hooves poud out their fateTheir destination yet unknownHorses on the wind Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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