*I dreamt of horses dark and pale
they galloped up from the feilds of hell
they crossed a great river flowing with blood
and above them, the sky was turning red_
Their hooves were as black
as their eyes were bland
and white smoke would arise
from each churn of the sand
I stood there amazed at their sudden advance
as the beads of sweat, formed in my hands_
They made their way across the open plains
and Humanities landscape began to change…
There were no more greens or blues to see …
only ashes were left to swirl, lifeless in the breeze.
And as my soul began to mourn
I saw a new Earth being born
Its colors were crystal…clear and clean
nothing was tattered…old or worn.
I dreamt of horses dark and pale
but when I awoke…I couldn not tell
a light had shown right through the dark
the fear I had was gone as well
“AWAKE ! MY SOUL !…my life.”…
I know you hear my cry
…awake my soul, my life.
as I await for your reply.