White Horse

I walk these empty halls,
With a broken heart,
And a fractured soul,
Reading the letter you wrote.

You wrote for forgivness,
After I saw you there,
Resting in his arms,
As you would in mine.

I had survived the perils,
Of a treacherous world,
As you wished me do,
And ride back to you.

I did ride to you,
As you bade me to,
Upon my white horse,
I would come to you.

As the Dawn would slowly break,
I had at last came home to you,
And was greeted with you in his arms,
And feel the pain of a shattered heart.

My trusted partner surely felt it,
My White Horse did feel my pain,
And rode off to the lands westwards,
Rode till the sun did set in front of us.

As I’d ride off to western unknowns,
I’d look at you one last time,
Surely you knew, you had to,
It’s too late to catch me now.